Four little Persians, but only one looked in my direction. I extended a tentative finger and two soft paws clung to it. There was a contented sound of purring, I suspect on both our parts. – George Freedley
We dont tend to write about disease in fiction – not just teen novels but all American novels – because it doesnt fit in with our idea of the heroic romantic epic. There is room only for sacrifice, heroism, war, politics and family struggle. – John Green
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. – Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
