Aine

“Why were we made just so, to find so many things that happened every day pretty?”
― George Saunders, Tenth of December

“The demon kept pulling him unconscious, and in those short bursts of blackness, the dreamer snatched at light, and when he swam back to consciousness, he thrust the dream into reality. He shaped them into flapping creatures and earthbound stars and flaming crowns and golden notes that sang by themselves and mint leaves scattered across the blood-streaked pavement and scraps of paper with jagged handwriting on them: Unguibus et rostro.
But he was dying.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“It was like either: (A) I was a terrible guy who was knowingly doing this rotten thing over and over, or (B) it wasn’t so rotten, really, just normal, and the way to confirm it was normal was to keep doing it, over and over.”
― George Saunders, Tenth of December

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower