Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.
Libba Bray, The Diviners.
“People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.”
“. . . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.”
“The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap...”
“Any good world would allow for us to have free will, yes?" he continued. "Can we agree to this point? But once human beings have free will, they also have the ability to make choices - and commit e...”
“There is no greater power on this earth than story.”
“Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.”
“I have done what they expected of me. I have curtsied for my Queen and made my debut. This is what I have anticipated eagerly for years. So why do I feel so unsatisfied? Everyone is merry. They hav...”
“Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.”
“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”
“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”
“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”