Lucy

“I think we ought to live happily ever after.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

“While working at a sawmill, he slipped and fell against the whirring blade, which tore through his upper body at the shoulder, creating a hole so large that his internal organs were exposed—one witness claimed he could see the poor man’s beating heart—and leaving his arm attached by just a few strands of glistening sinew. The millworkers bound the injuries as best they could and carried Lindbergh home, where he lay in silent agony for three days awaiting the arrival of a doctor from St. Cloud, forty miles away. When the doctor at last reached him, he took off the arm and sewed up the gaping cavity. It was said that Lindbergh made almost no sound. Remarkably, August Lindbergh recovered and lived another thirty years. Stoicism became the Lindbergh family’s most cultivated trait.”
― Bill Bryson, One Summer: America, 1927

“It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”
― Lemony Snicket

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
― Jules de Gaultier