Quotes by Elizabeth Hand

[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words the fiery chain that bound it all together.

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

Endless longing; a face youd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things you never spoke of, things you never hoped for; things you could never admit to. Things youd die for, and die of.

But talent—if you dont encourage it, if you dont train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but it will never mean anything. Like a wild horse. If you dont tame it and teach it to run on track, to pace itself and bear a rider, it doesnt matter how fast it is. Its useless.

I nodded, unsure if Ted sounded admiring or angry. I waded in but I couldnt find him. I mean, is it possible - the water wasnt deep enough for him to drown. It doesnt make any sense.My band made four brilliant albums and never had a single goddamn hit. We were supposed to be the American Rolling Stones, and we couldnt get more than five minutes of airplay. Does that make sense? Ted stubbed out his cigarette.