Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.
Lauren DeStefanoI figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
Lauren DeStefanoI think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.
Lauren DeStefanoIt was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.
Lauren DeStefano