I houseclean my books every spring and throw out those I’m never going to read again like I throw out clothes I’m never going to wear again. ~~ Helene Hanff (1916-1997), 84 Charing Cross Road

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea.
Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me.
We’ve sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman’s ever been
And only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen.
~~ Anne McCaffrey, (1926-2011), Dragonsong

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody. They were my refuge when annoyed — my dearest pleasure when free. ~~ Mary Shelley (1797-1851)