“How I regret not opening my mouth, the down-lit cast of my glance where I studied that quality, sun- runner, gold bodied, how could I answer you with all this earth piled on my tongue, your limbs just stripped of anger, how could I say, yes, there is something on my mind rushing up as river in a loc…”— Kenzie Allen, narrativemagazine.com
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”— John Green, Augustus Waters, amazon.com