Phoenixlament

“How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grownup, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Childhood, Boyhood, Youth

“Memory is a river. Memory is a pebble at the bottom of the river, slippery with the moss of our living hours. Memory is a tributary, a brackish stream returning to the oceam that dreamt it. Memory is the sea. Memory is the house on the sand with a red door I have stepped through, trying to remember the history of the waves.”
― Safiya Sinclair, How To Say Babylon: A Jamaican Memoir: A Jamaican Memoir

“With that, she condemns me to life.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Introverts enjoy people-watching. Extroverts enjoy people watching.”
― Jomny Sun, Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too