When I was in Gary and I would read novels I used to put myself right in the middle of the story. I knew it was a great book when it felt like the author was writing about me. Some of the time I’d get snapped out of the book when I read things that I couldn’t pretend were about me, even if I had the imagination of Mr. William Shakespeare.
Words like ‘her pale, luminescent skin’ or ‘her flowing mane of golden hair’ or ‘her lovely, cornflower-blue eyes’ or ‘the maiden fair.’ I would stop and think, No, Deza, none of these books are about you.
"Both the oral and the literary forms of the fairy tale are grounded in history: they emanate from specific struggles to humanize bestial and barbaric forces, which have terrorized our minds and communities in concrete ways, threatening to destroy free will and human compassion. The fairy tale sets out to conquer this concrete terror through metaphors."
- Jack Zipes, Spells of Enchantment
”—The epigraph leading into Jane Yolen’s Briar Rose, a haunting, heartbreaking tale of memory, family, and the Holocaust (using Sleeping Beauty as a metaphor).
"Now comes evening
and a cowl the colour
of dusk casts
accompanied by silence,”
reads Bardur in Paradise Lost, tilting the book in such a way that the gleam from the lamp reaches it, light that can illuminate a good line of poetry has surely achieved its purpose. His lips move, he reads the lines again and again, and each time the world inside him becomes a bit larger, expands.
”—Am reading Heaven and Hell by Jon Kalman Stefansson. Really liked this quote.
“I told you from the very beginning that it was a story about choices - wise choices, foolish choices, small yet momentous choices - for with choices come change, and with change comes opportunity, and both change and opportunity are the very cutting edge of the power of chaos. And yet as the undying ones know and the humans too often forget, even chaos cannot overcome the power of choice.”—Karen Lord - Redemption in Indigo