“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles and shadow, miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.”—The Bell Jar (via atomos)
"It must have been very exciting in the old days," Nancy said wistfully. "How I wish I could have been here when the cave was a pirates’ hide-out." "They’d have elected you their leader!" chuckled Ned. "You are a little pirate, you know!” "Why, Ned!" "You’re a Mon Coeur stealer yourself. I know some people who would like to carry you off!” Nancy opened the door into the Maguire cottage. Laughing, she said teasingly: "Why, Ned! If anyone should carry me away , how could I solve more mysteries?" "Mysteries!" he exclaimed, turning out the lantern. "haven’t you had enough of them?" Nancy was sure she never would have. Already the girl was longing for another, and it was to come in the form of The Clue in the Old Album. "Anyway," said Ned, "there’s one mystery I know will never be solved." "What is it, Ned?" "Why you always change the subject when I try to talk to you about something that isn’t the least bit mysterious!" Nancy merely smiled sweetly, and walked out into the sunshine.
I really love Ned Nickerson. I bet he has a big nose.