Donna

“A home isn't always the house we live in. It's also the people we choose to surround ourselves with.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“As he gathers speed, I have a brief second to regret that someone else hasn’t borne the brunt of his impatience. He’s six foot four standing still. I know this because I’ve looked up into his eyes at social functions, and I’m six foot. In his delivery stride, leaping off that left foot and airborne as he passes the umpire, he’s at least seven foot two. And as that right arm whips over his ear, the clutched ball streaking like sunlight through a thrown glass of claret, I swear that giant hand is topping out at, I don’t know, eleven, twelve feet in the air. The problem with such a high release is not so much the angle it comes down from, but the resultant angle at which it rears up off the turf. Pg122”
― Jock Serong, The Rules of Backyard Cricket

“People suck, but sometimes, they should just drown in their own suckage without our help.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea