I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
— J.D. Salinger; Seymour - An Introduction (via modernhepburn)
“Lucky I was here,” said a voice behind Sam. A familiar voice.
Mogget’s voice.
Sam whirled around.
“Mogget? Is that you? Where are you?”
“Here, and regretting it as per usual,” replied Mogget, and a small white cat sauntered put from behind a fern tree.
— Mogget, King of Snark, Abhorsen, Garth Nix (via haptichoax)
I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.
— Jack Gilbert (via youngfolksociety)
