Jenny Hernandez

“Steer my hand true”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“And too old to fight in another senseless war. They’re all the same. Wealthy men using boys like cannon fodder”
― Elizabeth Zoba, The Unweaver

“Arraigned at my own bar, Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentiments I had been cherishing since last night—of the general state of mind in which I had indulged for nearly a fortnight past; Reason having come forward and told, in her own quiet way a plain, unvarnished tale, showing how I had rejected the real, and rabidly devoured the ideal;—”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre: The Original 1847 Unabridged and Complete Edition

“Souls carry no value. It isn’t the fabric of the animation in which a person is borne. A soul is merely the gangue around the valuable ore in the rock. It is that personality that the soul carries like a basket of eggs to the market, trudged there by a vessel of flesh. Seity. That is where power is to be found. In memories, in choices, in the uniqueness to which the soul bears witness. The smell of grandmother’s cookies. The order in which one puts on one’s socks in the morning. The memory of exchanged vows at an altar. These are what carry true value. It’s a shame people are too foolish to value these things. Is it not the tragedy of the elderly when they can no longer remember who they once were? Do we heed these warnings of loss? No. Humanity is too eager to toss away that which they deem ordinary without ever realizing what it was that they had. Surrounded by ourselves, we think such things are commonplace. Worse yet, we think of our memories as monotonous. Not simply abundant, but boring.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, The Contortionist