Little Green Ghouls, Buddy!

My brother used to start a lot of his sentences with "when I grow up and I'm a butterfly". This was my favorite thing for a long time.

I’m not sure what my favorite thing is right now.
I’ll let you know.

They have been talking about a journey into the interior. They know the dangers and yet they have already decided upon it. No one can talk them out of it. It is clear that their minds are made up. Their knapsacks are packed. Their guides have been chosen. They remain cool to suggestions. They smile enigmatic smiles. They no longer answer questions.

—Carol Emshwiller (via -mints)

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