“After three years down here, I've not learned too much. But one thing I do know is that our bellies aren't big enough for revenge. It turns sour and eats you up. We'll get out, but we'll get out for the sun, the moon, and mothers, not for small-souled enemies, though we'll deal with them when we get there.” KnowsYearsEnoughBigsMotherTurnsThreeDealsEnemySunToo MuchOne ThingMoonRevengeThree YearsBellySour Author:N.D. Wilson
“Imagine a poem written with such enormous three-dimensional words that we had to invent a smaller word to reference each of the big ones; that we had to rewrite the whole thing in shorthand, smashing it into two dimensions, just to talk about it. Or don’t imagine it. Look outside. Human language is our attempt at navigating God’s language; it is us running between the lines of His epic, climbing on the vowels and building houses out of the consonants.” HumansLooksTwoWholeBigsRunningThreeHouseLanguageLinesImagineWrittenBuildingEnormousDimensionsClimbingEpicSmashingShorthandBetween The LinesHuman LanguageVowelsConsonantsBuilding Houses Author:N.D. Wilson
“Kansas is not easily impressed. It has seen houses fly and cattle soar. When funnel clouds walk through the wheat, big hail falls behind. As the biggest stones melt, turtles and mice and fish and even men can be seen frozen inside. And Kansas is not surprised. Henry York had seen things in Kansas, things he didn't think belonged in this world. Things that didn't. Kansas hadn't flinched.” ThinkingMenWorldBigsFallHouseWalksBehindsThis WorldStonesCloudsFishesImpressedMiceSoarFrozenWheatCattleHailKansasTurtles Book:Dandelion Fire: Book 2 of the 100 Cupboards Source: Dandelion Fire: Book 2 of the 100 Cupboards
