Quote by Alan Garner

“Why am I covered in feathers?" "I bit a pillow, or two.”

— Stephenie Meyer

“There was a merciless gnawing in my chest, a queer silent labor was going on in there. I pictured a score of nice teeny-weeny…

— Knut Hamsun

“All was murkiness, now, the landscape and woods, and far below, the dark brooding sweep of the sea. From a limb he could not…

— Julie Berry

“He lay down on his pallet and drew the fawn down beside him. He often lay so with it in the shed, or under…

— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

“Words of others, helps weave our feathers.”

— Bmmite

“Epochs later, the curtains grew dusty and brittle, the deep, vicious colour of a bruise. The floorboards creaked and we were civilized. We were…

— Brenna Yovanoff

“Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with…

— Bruno Schulz

“Perhaps, over the years, like most things, the walls had aged. Thinned. Worn thin by the day to day endlessness of its own existence.”

— Chesya Burke

“He imagined the room bathed in blood, himself striding through it, a raven amongst the carcasses. Strutting like any carrion king.”

— Nathan Ballingrud

“There's a realm above the trees Where the lost are finally found Touch your feathers to the breeze And leave the ground.”

— Owl City

“But the melancholy of Worlorn's dying forests had seeped into his flesh, and he saw Gwen through tainted eyes, a doll figure in a…

— George R.R. Martin

“The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.”

— Ayn Rand