Maggie

“think it has been left alone so long—that it has grown all into a lovely tangle. I think the roses have climbed and climbed and climbed until they hang from the branches and walls and creep over the ground—almost like a strange gray mist. Some of them have died but many—are alive and when the summer comes there will be curtains and fountains of roses. I think the ground is full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and iris working their way out of the dark. Now the spring has begun—perhaps—perhaps—” The soft drone of her voice was making him stiller and stiller and she saw it and went on. “Perhaps they are coming up through the grass—perhaps there are clusters of purple crocuses and gold ones—even now.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

“The food could climb the social ladder but sometimes the cook was left behind.”
― Laura Shapiro, What She Ate: Six Remarkable Women and the Food That Tells Their Stories

“Censorship is the child of fear
the father of ignorance
and the desperate weapon of fascists everywhere.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Shout

“too many grown-ups tell kids to follow their dreams
like that's going to get them somewhere
Auntie Laurie says follow your nightmares instead
cuz when you figure out what's eating you alive
you can slay it”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Shout