I Howl. I Howl At The Roof Like A Hotted-up Bomb Doing Donuts, Full Of Screeches. I Howl Like An Air-raid

As an adult I have often known that peculiar legacy time brings to the traveller: the longing to seek out a place a second time, to find deliberately what we stumbled on once before, to recapture the feeling of discovery. Sometimes we search out again even a place that was not remarkable itself - we look for it simply because we remember it. If we do find it, of course, everything is different. The rough-hewn door is still there, but it's much smaller; the day is cloudy instead of brilliant; it's spring instead of autumn; we're alone instead of with three friends. Or worse, with three friends instead of alone.

'The Historian' by Elizabeth Kostova

It is rarely the book you came to seek, but the book next to that book, which changes your mind and heart.

‘When A Bookstore Closes, An Argument Ends’ by Adam Gopnik, The New Yorker (June 12, 2015) 

The last thing he ever said to me was, "Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing."

'Peter Pan' by J.M. Barrie 

What is ~time~

Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink

'The Year of Wonders' by Geraldine Brooks 

A person is among all else a material thing, easily torn not easily mended.

'Atonement' by Ian McEwan

‘The Year the Maps Changed’ by me, Danielle Binks! Coming out in 2020 with Lothian Children’s Books! https://www.hachette.com.au/danielle-binks/the-year-the-maps-changed