My name is Jessie, I love people, I love life, and I love stories :)

“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”
- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass

“You are a clever little monster,' said the Doctor, tossing off another cognac and placing the glass upon the table with a click. 'A diabolically clever little monster.'
'That is what I hoped you would realize, Doctor,' said Steerpike. 'But haven't all ambitious people something of the monstrous about them? You, sir, for instance, if you will forgive me, are a little bit monstrous.”
- Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

“In Elias’s mouth litritcher was the most beautiful word I heard. It sounded like something to eat, something rich like chocolate.
Hat said, ‘You mean you have to read a lot of poultry and thing?’
Elias nodded. We felt it wasn’t fair, making a boy like Elias do litritcher and poultry.”
- V. S. Naipaul, Miguel Street

“For instance,’ John went on, ‘they don’t understand a single thing we say. But, worse than that, they don’t understand what other things say. Why, only last Monday I heard Jane remark that she wished she knew what language the Wind spoke.”
- P. L. Travers, Mary Poppins

“I like that too,’ said Christopher Robin, ‘but what I like doing best is Nothing.’
‘How do you do Nothing?’ asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
‘Well, it’s when people call out at you just as you’re going off to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.”
- A. A. Milne, The House At Pooh Corner

“We do not know what things look like, as you say,’ the beast said. ‘We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing, this seeing.”
- Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
- Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

“I said, ‘what you does do, mister?’
He got up and said, ‘I am a poet.’
I said, ‘A good poet?’
He said, ‘The greatest in the world.’
‘What your name, mister?’
‘B. Wordsworth.’
‘B for Bill?’
‘Black. Black Wordsworth. White Wordsworth was my brother. We share one heart. I can watch a small flower like the morning glory and cry.’
I said, ‘Why you does cry?’
‘Why, boy? Why? You will know when you grow up. You’re a poet, too, you know. And when you’re a poet you can cry for everything.’”
- V. S. Naipaul, Miguel Street

“You’re going to stop cruelty?” she asked. “And greediness, and all those things? I don’t think you could. You’re very clever, but, oh no, you couldn’t do anything like that.”
- Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

“And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks, with the one word…
“UNLESS.”
Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn’t guess.”
- Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

“…promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.”
- A. A. Milne, The House At Pooh Corner

“Perhaps you can feel if you can’t hear,” was her fancy. “Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls. Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted, and don’t know why, when I am standing here in the cold and hoping you will get well and happy again.”
- Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

“Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this – when lovelier sights will meet your eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters – when angel-hands shall undrawn your curtains, and sweeter tones than ever loving Mother breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious day – and when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!”
- Lewis Carroll, An Easter Greeting