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“the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Support Imagination. Read a book.”
― Robbi Sommers Bryant, Dream

“... he slipped in and out of himself, testing which disguise to use. He knew it had to be his most clever. The Sisters were too astute for his usual chicanery.
He flapped his wings, then soared. The shape of an eagle, useful for fast travel across worlds, but only temporary. Not convincing enough to hide his true identity.
... He pushed out of the eagle skin and leaped away from the horde of birds, springing into the sky. Into nothingness.
Instead of transforming into another creature, he hovered in between. Dangling on the mouth of wind. He rumbled with pleasure, at his own cleverness, born out of accident and indecision: he had become pure air.
Without effort, he whooshed past the threshold into the cave, into the bark of the Great Tree, winding cleverly under and over and through a maze of roots and rough stone, past every trick and trap the Sisters had set. He delighted at the speed at which he travelled, catching himself just in time, before his enthusiasm revealed the disguise. Slowing impulse to a mere draft, sucking into himself, he reached the very heart of the Nornsâ€� lair. The Great Hall of Time.”
― Michelle Grierson, Becoming Leidah

“The greatest injustice you can do yourself is ‘shapeshiftingâ€� to please others. It’s tiring and debilitating, even to be around someone as fake as this, but basically, it’s ridiculous. Why would anyone, even a Rag Tag, try and pretend to be what they’re not?
I’ll tell you. Because they’re trying to hide their darker side behind a veneer of respectability. And they hate you because you don’t do the same. Their psyche leaves them feeling bare and barren inside. And they look at you and they have that hollow feeling of being lost and alone. They live in the gloom of other empty people.
They watch how you are, and they understand that the battle they’re fighting isn’t against you at all, it’s against themselves. And for that they hate you.
But remember, it’s their choice”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Serpens. The symbol for medicine, for healing. Nessie, Mother of the Serpents, has always understood how to keep the balance. Why does she remain by my side when all I can think about is tipping the scale for purposes of revenge?”
― K.V. Wilson, Incarnate

“Typos and type shifts can change true friends into thorough fiends.”
― Stewart Stafford

“She called herself a nighshifter, and it took me a second to realize that she meant she works the night shift, and not that she shifts between being a human being and moonlit blackness. I was kind of hoping to watch her morph for me.”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“You sure that’s a dog, sir? Looks like an illegal immigrant pooka to me”
― Angel Martinez, Finn

“It's your basic shapeshifting werewolf vampire zombie ghost”
― J.L. Bryan, The Necromancer's Library

“They say your heart breaks to let the light in, but at some point some of our hearts break so hard and so often that they’re just filled with light, which has no choice but to shine back out. Maybe saints realize that before the rest of us do, which is why they’re always pointing to their hearts. They ask us not to harden against, but open to. They speak in tongues of trinkets, flowers and beads and glitter, small innocent things that insist throughout even the darkest times—bits of bright that are the philosophersâ€� stone. Strung up and clung to, shapeshifting the world itself.”
― Robin Brown, Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

“I told myself that I possessed the rare
kind of beauty only toads have, and I wanted to become one of them. I wanted my skin to be poisonous. I wanted to feast on
slugs and ants with my sticky tongue, and above all, I wanted to be left alone.”
― Signe Maene, Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders