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“I wonder where she came from,
I wonder where she's gotta go.
Who's to say she's single
and who's to say she's on her own...
Girls like that don't sleep alone”
― Herbie Hancock

“From the beginning, I have been working between the seams. Where you have ripped, I have mended. When you have torn, I have sewn you. Stitching death to resurrection, failure to dreams, hurt to healing. I never throw out a fabric because it needs repairing.
You've spent your life on the other side of the seams, thinking all the if-only's. But there will always be another section to piece. Another hole that needs mending. So long as you live, you will have loose stitches---don't avoid them. Come and exchange them for strong seams.
Keep the fabric of your dreams.”
― Ashley Clark, The Dress Shop on King Street

“I pull out the blue spool of thread and the sharp needle I always keep in the left pocket of my dress--because old seams have a way of popping, thread unspooling, and you never know when you'll need it--and begin stitching my arm back into place. It takes longer than usual; some of the linen has begun to fray along the seam, and I need to gather a few spare dead leaves from the graveyard to fill my shoulder socket all the way. It's a ghastly thing to lose an arm--or any part of yourself, really--to feel disconnected from your body. Not quite whole. And I've always wished Dr. Finkelstein had stuffed my insides with something other than dried, shriveled leaves, tossed aside by the trees. Cotton perhaps, or rose petals. Something silken and ladylike.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Long Live the Pumpkin Queen: Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas

“She holds the fabric, threads running through her fingers, a quiet rhythm of time. Each patch, a piece of her, becomes moments sewn into the seams, stories stitched into the space between.

The jacket grows beneath her hands, a map of warmth and strength, woven by the quiet care of a woman who knows how to make something whole from fragments.”
― N’Zuri Za Austin