Lula

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

“Bee had always been the golden boy, but that summer he gleamed. Buttercup sun lolled through the branches, catching the fuzz on his bare shoulders and back. Their tiny haloed lion.”
― Kirsty Logan, The Gloaming

“Her father was alive. He didn't drown at sea. He wasn't rotted to bones and wisps of hair in a box in an overcrowded graveyard. Edie's life was dipped in gold. How could she ever understand?”
― Amanda Jennings, The Cliff House

“Oh, please don't go—we'll eat you up—we love you so!”
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are