Sparrow

“How she loved the smell of road: asphalt baking and soft in high July, dirt roads with their dust-and-pollen perfume in June, country lanes spicy with the odor of crushed leaves in sober October, the sand-and-salt smell of the highway, so like an estuary, in February.”
― Joe Hill, NOS4A2

“Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Clara wore a dress of brown and cream velvet, and her feathered mask, in comparison, made her look like a sparrow”
― Malinda Lo, Ash

“While I'm in the shop, I dream of all the things I could be doing if I were at home, cleaning my flat, reading the stack of unread books by my bed, cracking on with the poem I'd started back in September, but when my days off come around, I waste them in bed on my phone, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling, and stalking Eli's girlfriend. I'd planned to start writing something that I'd been thinking about for a while, something about my mother, but everything feels soupy, my body a great weight I have to drag around my flat. I never have the energy when I have the time and I never have the time when I have the energy.”
― Alice Slater, Death of a Bookseller