Great Quote...
May. 21st, 2008 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semiotic_pirateJust twittered about this book I'm reading currently: After the King, an anthology of stories by some truly respected authors, stories written in honor of J.R.R. Tolkien.
I've enjoyed all the stories so far, and I'm about 2/3 of the way through. When I originally saw this book, sitting on my brother's bookshelf this weekend, I didn't even bother looking at the individual story titles or authors. I was grasped by the wonder that I have for all things Tolkien and just grabbed the book and stuffed it in my overnight bag.
I am now on a story by Emma Bull titled Silver or Gold and it had this particular line that leapt out of the page at me and demanded that I blog about it.
"My weed, my stalk of yarrow. You're not a child anymore. When I leave, you'll be a grown woman, in others' eyes if not your own. What people hear from a child's mouth as foolishness becomes something else on the lips of a woman grown: sacrilege, or spite, or madness. Work the work as you see fit, but keep your mouth closed around your notions, and keep fire out of water and earth out of air."
The underlined part is what smacked me around, demanding to be posted here. And for some reason, now I'm getting this urge to play Red Shoes by Kate Bush...
I've enjoyed all the stories so far, and I'm about 2/3 of the way through. When I originally saw this book, sitting on my brother's bookshelf this weekend, I didn't even bother looking at the individual story titles or authors. I was grasped by the wonder that I have for all things Tolkien and just grabbed the book and stuffed it in my overnight bag.
I am now on a story by Emma Bull titled Silver or Gold and it had this particular line that leapt out of the page at me and demanded that I blog about it.
"My weed, my stalk of yarrow. You're not a child anymore. When I leave, you'll be a grown woman, in others' eyes if not your own. What people hear from a child's mouth as foolishness becomes something else on the lips of a woman grown: sacrilege, or spite, or madness. Work the work as you see fit, but keep your mouth closed around your notions, and keep fire out of water and earth out of air."
The underlined part is what smacked me around, demanding to be posted here. And for some reason, now I'm getting this urge to play Red Shoes by Kate Bush...
