“My anxiety is a child who plays tag with my intestines, braids fishtails with my pulse. While she naps unseen under caramel moons, I wake to find her blameless.”— Sade Andria Zabala, thoughtcatalog.com
“The other houses of the street, conscious of decent lives within them, gazed at one another with brown imperturbable faces.”— James Joyce, modernistweb.com
“Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”— George R. R. Martin, amazon.com