Who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry? Pull away the veil and what are you left with? An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and hey, presto, what do you have? A goddess.
Do you know what is so awful about these endless battles over rights? There is no room left for poetry.
You’ve got to believe in the poetry. Because everything else in your life will fail you. Including yourself.[to Rue]