Irish Fairy Tales Quote I

"Then I would have All Knowledge."
"And after that?" the boy insisted.
"What should be after that?" the poet retorted.
"I mean, what would you do with All Knowledge?"
"A weighty question," said Finegas smilingly. "I could answer it if I had All Knowledge, but not until then. What would you do, my dear?"
"I would make a poem," Fionn cried.
"I think too," said the poet, "that is what would be done."

-Irish Fairy Tales, James Stephens

Carry On, Mr. Bowditch Quote I

"It's better, isn't it, son, to go back to my trade?"
"Yes, Father."
"Better to be a lucky cooper than an unlucky sailor?"
"Yes, sir, Father! Lots better to be a cooper. Uh-what's a cooper?"
Father chuckled. "He makes barrels." He stared out across the water again; his smile faded. "Barrels..." He sighed. "Come on, Nat."

-Carry On, Mr. Bowditch, Jean Lee Latham

A Wrinkle in Time Quote I

"I'm all confused again."
"Oh, so'm I," Calvin said gaily. "But now at least I know we're going somewhere."

-A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline L'Engle

Glory Road Quote I

Don Haskins: You quit now, you quit every day for the rest of your life.

-Glory Road, 2006

Dealing with Dragons Quote I

"Well, I won't deny that they probably behaved foolishly, but-"
"Foolishly!" Kazul snorted. "Any reasonable well-educated prince ought to have sense enough to follow directions when he's on a quest, but all of these fellows were sure they knew better. If they'd simply done what they were told, they wouldn't be here."
"Still, turning them into slabs of stone forever seems a little extreme."

-Dealing with Dragons, Patricia C. Wrede

Fever 1793 Quote I

Paris would smell like a lemon peel, far away and wonderful.

-Fever 1793, Laurie Halse Anderson

A Book by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

The Family Under the Bridge Quote I

In his misery he raised his eyes high over the altar-up to the stars in the Paris sky. "Please, God," he said, moving his lips soundlessly, "I've forgotten how to pray. All I know now is how to beg. So I'm begging you to find a roof for this homeless family." Then he was ashamed to notice that he was holding his beret up in his usual begging way.

-The Family Under the Bridge, Natalie Carlson Savage

First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light.