When, after all, does the fall begin—at the first thought of flight or the moment you’re airborne?
They were perfect. They were flawed. They were scarred and beautiful. They were too familiar with death and clung to life by clinging to one another. The Great Buchanans were only human, after all
As children we read to escape—to enter fantasy worlds where a bespectacled boy can discover he’s a wizard or a brave girl can find a magical passage through a wardrobe. But we also read to find reflections of ourselves.Chelsey Philpot, “Matilda at 25”
If you believe in gravity, you already believe in something higher than yourself.