Writer Quote by Josephine Moon

“Her mind was like her room, in which lights advanced and retreated, came pirouetting and stepping delicately, spread their tails, pecked their way; and…

— Virginia Woolf

“She'd filled twelve notebooks and still she hadn't stopped. Indeed, the more she wrote, the louder the stories seemed to grow, swirling in her…

— Kate Morton

“Awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could...when the contours of reality were as faint as a…

— Isabel Allende

“She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would help her…

— Emily Brontë

“Her mind was still tiptoeing along the boundary of consciousness, in that state of semi-waking that spins threads between dream and real, and for…

— Laini Taylor

“And even though her journal was just random sentences, she did spin stories in my head. The sound of her voice made dreams happen.”

— Scott Westerfeld

“The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book…

— Allie Burke

“Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of…

— Yukari Yashiki

“She wasn't talking, though; she hung back, her eyes on the books all around her. I saw her face then, and I recognized something…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“In the morning, she was not sure that she had slept as much as lived a set of vivid dreams, letting them linger so…

— Colm Tóibín

“She had spent the night planning and now that it was time, she hardly thought at all. It was as if she were standing…

— Celeste Ng

“Another flash of recognition sped through her mind. It’s him, her thoughts whispered through the fog of arousal. And she wanted to know who…

— Justine Dell