June 2012
“People observe the colors of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intimations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”
—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via vanished)
“All of a sudden I didn’t fit in anywhere. Not at school, not at home…and every time I turned around, another person I’d known forever felt like a stranger to me. Even I felt like a stranger to me.”
—Wendelin Van Draanen
