#some

For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth....Such are the autumn people. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#something-wicked-this-way-comes #autumn

The finest fury is the most controlled. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#bob-dylan #control #fury #lonesome-death-of-hattie-carroll #music

It's never too late to love someone, but it is too late when they dont love you any more. ↗

— Shayla Parker

#love #love

What are you looking at?" Jordan demanded finally, watching her. "A dragon." When he looked bewildered she lifted her arm and pointed to the sky in the southeast. "Right there—that cloud—what do you see when you look at it?" "A fat cloud." Alexandra rolled her eyes at him. "What else do you see?" He was quiet for a moment studying the sky. "Five more fat clouds and three thin ones. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#jordan #judith-mcnaught #something-wonderful #dragons

Do you find this...distracting? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#finnick #humor #humor