The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.

— George Orwell

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

— Alison Croggon

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

— Philip Pullman

Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.

— Cath Crowley

She is born in the breath of a cloud.

— Patrick Ness

The graceful wings of a dove lead to the endless imagination in a dream wings of pain.

— Auliq Ice

The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.

— Suzanne Palmieri

My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.

— Cynthia Hand

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.

— Alison Croggon

I am blessed.I am beautiful.I am great.

— Lailah Gifty Akita