Grief, I’ve learned, is really love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot give. The more you loved someone, the more you grieve. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes and in that part of your chest that gets empty and hollow feeling. The happiness of love turns to sadness when unspent. Grief is just love with no place to go.

One ought not to judge her: All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror.

Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of her own Making (via zuiol)

That’s how you get the future: You mix up everything you did today with everything you did yesterday and all the days before and everything anyone you ever met did and anyone they ever met, too.

Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of her own Making

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If Einstein had not written down E=mc2, another scientist would one day have done so…but no one else could have written Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony.

Rebecca Attwood, quoting Dr. John Martin’s speech at Humanities Matter: The Campaign for the Arts, Humanities, and Social Sciences (x)

Consume art widely. Experiment with genres, markets, and forms might usually avoid. Build a rich internal life for yourself, one without borders or limits.

Courtney Alameda is the Bram Stoker Award-nominated author of Shutter, and the forthcoming novel Pitch Dark (June 2017). A veteran bookseller and librarian, she now writes full-time and lives in Utah with her husband.

Writer’s Care Packages from Camp NaNoWriMo and We Need Diverse Books.

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