Each of us carries a sleeping tiger inside, and we can’t predict when that cat will wake, stretch, and sharpen its claws. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“History is a funny little creature. Do you remember visiting your old Aunt that autumn when the trees shone so very yellow, and how she owned a striped and unsocial cat, quite old and fat and wounded about the ears… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
