Danielle

“She stared at her mother's hat resting so quiet and rich on top of her parent's closet. It had a soft brown velvet brim ad white feathers were peeking out brown with dots and that hat was amazing because it stayed so solid and fixed to the shelf and yet the girl thought the feathers made it seem as if it could just fly away when she wasn't looking and if it really wanted to. Anyway, maybe the hat had thoughts of its own or could absorb all the thoughts and made-up stories of the person who wore the hat and keep them under the velvet brim and hide them in between the soft feathers as if they were eggs and keep them warm until they escaped.”
― Wendy McGrath, North East

“Llew puts the lid down without comment, pushes the stool back. There is a fluidity to his movements, despite his size, that tells me he has never had to fold himself into s hidden thing, and I wonder what that must be like, to know his body is irreproachable.”
― Sophie Mackintosh, The Water Cure

“Maybe Sandy was right, and she was a saint, and saints were universally despised by their families.”
― Anne Patchett

“You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.”
― Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane