Quotes by : Elizabeth Hand

If the retreat house was a trap, it was a very nice one.

Endless longing; a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though....

[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded....

I nodded, unsure if Ted sounded admiring or angry. 'I waded in but I couldn't find him. I mean, is it....

But talent—if you don't encourage it, if you don't train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little....