Martina

“Will set his fork down and began cheerfully, in the manner of Edward Lear's Book of Nonsense:
"There was once a lass from New York
Who found herself hungry in York.
But the bread was like rocks
The parsnips shaped like -" ”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Watching what happens isn’t the same as being part of it.”
― Janice Hadlow, The Other Bennet Sister

“In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laugher, shoes lined up together dy the door. Eyes across a dance floor. I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found nothing was there.”
― Alice Oseman, Loveless

“I made up my mind that this was going to be my summer. If summer was a book then I was going to write something beautiful in it. In my own handwriting. But I had no idea what to write. And already the book was being written for me. Already it wasn’t all that promising. Already it was about more work and commitments.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe