Saved by Thomas Unterkircher and
The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I hope you will find the cracks in the world and wedge them wider, so the light of other suns shines through; I hope you will keep the world unruly, messy, full of strange magics; I hope you will run through every open Door and tell stories when you return.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Worlds were never meant to be prisons, locked and suffocating and safe. Worlds were supposed to be great rambling houses with all the windows thrown open and the wind and summer rain rushing through them, with magic passages in their closets and secret treasure chests in their attics.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Maybe all powerful men are cowards at heart, because in their hearts they know power is temporary.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
reaching into someone’s mind and sculpting it like living clay is a species of violence far worse than Havemeyer’s.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
The will to be polite, to maintain civility and normalcy, is fearfully strong. I wonder sometimes how much evil is permitted to run unchecked simply because it would be rude to interrupt it.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
summer in Maine is a fleeting, cautious creature that disappears as soon as the sun sets
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
the place you are born isn’t necessarily the place you belong.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Life has a kind of momentum to it, I’ve found, an accumulated weight of decisions which becomes impossible to shift.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
It’s a system too vast and ravenous to ever be dismantled, like a deity or an engine, which swallows men and women whole and belches black smoke into the sky. Its name is Modernity, I am told, and it carries Progress and Prosperity in its coal-fired belly—but I see only rigidity, repression, a chilling resistance to change.