“In spring, it is the dawn. As the light gradually brightens the mountain edge, slightly glowing - with slender trails of clouds tinted faintly purple.” — Sei Shōnagon Copy Share Image
“Maybe Laura’s real problem came in admitting this: there was nothing new under the sun. To write a story would be, somehow deep down, to embrace her limits, to admit that, indeed, she would someday die—if not of a worm… — L.L. Barkat Copy Share Image
