Quinley (Phoenix_Bluefeather)

“A novel wants to befriend you, a short story almost never.”
― Joy Williams

“For some days after his return home—in fact, until his friend's arrival, Tom was thoroughly beaten down and wretched, notwithstanding his efforts to look hopefully forward, and keep up his spirits. His usual occupations were utterly distasteful to him; and, instead of occupying himself, he sat brooding over his late misfortune, and hopelessly puzzling his head as to what he could do to set matters right. The conviction in which he always landed was that there was nothing to be done, and that he was a desolate and blighted being, deserted of gods and men.”
― Thomas Hughes, Tom Brown at Oxford

“Of these am I, who thy protection claim, A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
Late, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air,
In the clear mirror of thy ruling star
I saw, alas! some dread event impend,
Ere to the main this morning sun descend,
But Heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where: Warn'd by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware!”
― Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock

“I remember only how I fell into books, never to rise from their pages, how I was never truly awake until I began to dream of other worlds”.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Lives of Saints