Here, beside this great black surface that is my desk, I feel as though I am on a desert island. — Etty Hillesum Copy Share Image
“Cress?" "It's beautiful out there." A hesitation, before, "Could you be more specific?" "The sky is gorgeous, intense blue color." She pressed her fingers to the glass and traced the wavy hills on the horizon. "Oh, good. You've really narrowed… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
