“Now at least you can look clear-eyed into your own future, and choose: stay safe and sane at home, as any rational man would- I swear I'll understand- Or run away with me toward the glimmering, mad horizon. Dance through this eternal green orchard, where ten thousand worlds hang ripe and red for the plucking; wander with me between the trees, tending them, clearing away the weeds, letting in the air. Opening the Doors.” AdventureComfort ZoneMetaOpen The DoorOut Of Your Shell Book:The Ten Thousand Doors of January Source: The Ten Thousand Doors of January
“But didn't everyone have a shell? Hard, external armor protecting the soft, vulnerable creature beneath? Perhaps, she thought, people were more like ammonites than one would suppose. Perhaps they too built shells on a consistent, unchanging factor- some quality or circumstance established in your youth. Each chamber in the shell just an enlargement of the previous. Growing year after year, until they spiraled around and locked themselves in place.” Out Of Your ShellAmmoniteMinerva Highwood Book:A Week to Be Wicked Source: A Week to Be Wicked