Under the Poppy Quotes

“The stage is not only a world apart, it is a myriad of worlds, and in those worlds a man can have anything he fancies, if only he believes in what he sees.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“You see, that hunger inside us, that ambition, or whatever you may choose to call it, is a compass really, a compass of true desire. And if you will be happy, you must follow that desire, no matter which way the needle points.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“The verge, he likes to say. That's where we want them, the utter, utter verge.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“If there is any God in this world, He lives in a theatre.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“In his comfortable coffin, face veiled in dark silk, eyes open or closed, Pan Loudermilk lies waiting, a player from a tribe never stilled so much as gathered, potential as potent as a knife in the scabbard, a poem in the mind, a wind that rises as a breeze in the tropics, later to lash the wintry coastline, and smash its boats and sailors on the shore. Or perhaps that is purest make-believe, as a puppet is only a tool, made of wood, and wool, and wire. As we are blood, and fancy, and bites of bone and dream.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“Or perhaps that is purest make-believe, as a puppet is only a tool, made of wood, and wool, and wire. As we are blood, and fancy, and bits of bone and dream.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“They've done playing for patrons,” he says, the boy, the man, the master. “From now on, they shall play for me.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“Sometimes, in those drawing rooms, Pan's master is Dusan, sometimes Hanzel or Marcel, always with a tale to tell of his one true name, hidden like Rumpelstiltskin's, as he spins the endless straw of his loneliness to gold.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy

“When you are silent, no one sees you, that is what I know.”
― Kathe Koja, Under the Poppy