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@a-quiet-journal
“Be brave. Be bold. Be loud. Never change for anyone but yourself. Any soul worth their star-stuff will take the whole package as is and however it grows. Don’t waste your time on anyone who doesn’t believe you when you tell them how you feel.”
- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern
“This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits, the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter.”
- Sarai, Strange th Dreame
“It was new to both of them—this nearness that mingles breath and warmth—and they shared the sensation that they were absorbing each other, melting together in an exquisite crucible. It was an intimacy both had imagined, but never—they both knew—successfully. The truth was so much better than the fantasy. The wild, soft wings were in a frenzy. Sarai couldn’t think. She wanted only to keep on melting.”
- Sarai, Strange the Dreamer
“And so Grief and Shame abided in adjoining rooms with the door shut between them, holding their pain in their arms instead of each other.”
- Sarai, Strange the Dreamer
“Two warriors with their faces in their hands. Sarai, watching them, could see that everything would be better if the faces and hands were to simply…switch places. That is, if Azareen were told hold Eril-Fane while he held her.
How anguished they both were, and how still and quiet and determined to suffer alone. From Sarai’s vantage point, she beheld two private pools of suffering so close together they were nearly adjacent—like the connecting rooms with the shut door between them. Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did they not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and hers, mingled together, could…countervail each other?”
- Sarai, Strange the Dreamer
“I lived seven years inside these books. My body may have been going about its duties in the library, but my mind was here. Do you know what they called me? Strange the dreamer. I was barely aware of my surroundings half the time.
I walked around wondering what kind of wings I would buy if the wingsmiths came to town, and if I’d prefer to ride dragons or hunt them, and whether I’d stay when the mist came, and more than anything else by far, how in the world was I going to get to the Unseen City.”
- Lazlo Strange, Strange the Dreamer
“Sarai felt…thinned out. To be so tired was like evaporating. Water to vapor. Flesh to ghost. Bit by bit, from the surface inward, you feel yourself begin to disappear, or at least to be translated into another state—from a tangible one, blood and spirit, to a kind of lost and drifting mist.”
- Sarai, Strange the Dreame
“The function of hate was to stamp out compassion—to close a door in one’s own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering—and cause it—and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.”
- Sarai, Strange th Dreamer
“The sight of a strong, bare arm crooked gently around a waist or shoulder could make her ache with the yearning to be held. To be one of a pair of bodies that knew that melting fusion. To reach and find. To be reached for and found. To belong to a mutual certainty.
To wake up holding hands.”
- Sarai, Strange the Dreame
“You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable. Something beautiful and full of monsters.”
- Calixte, Strange the Dreamer
“What could he say? How could he convey the hours—hundreds of hours—spent bent over ledgers, his eyes swimming in the dim light of a dull glave while his mind traced the abaresques and coils of an alphabet that looked like music sounded? How could he explain that it had for his mind as nothing else ever had, like numbers to a mathematician, or air to a flute? He couldn’t.”
- Lazlo Strange, Strange the Dreame
“And as for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths—intrusions of reality into fantasy, like…toast crumbs on a wizard’s beard.”
- Lazlo Strange, Strange the Dreamer
“Here, captured between covers, was the history of the human imagination, and nothing had ever been more beautiful, or fearsome, or bizarre. Here were spells and curses and myths and legends, and Strange the dreamer had for so long fed his mind on them that if one could wander into it, they would discover a fantasia.”
- Lazlo Strange, Strange the Dreamer
“Your spirit shouldn’t be ‘fine’. It should be effervescent.”
- Master Hyrrokin
“The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around”
- Lazlo Strange
“Losing your way is oftentimes the only way to find something you did not know you were looking for.”
- Toshio Ishikawa
“I have found beauty in all manner of broken things. Chairs. Buildings. People. Especially people. They shatter in the most fascinating ways. Every dent, scratch, and crack tells a story. Invisible scars hide the deepest wounds and are the most interesting.”
- Toshio Ishikawa