Under Wildwood Quotes

“Sometimes, when the world is falling apart around you, all that's left to do is dance, right?”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“You're riding a runaway train into a tunnel that leads into a station where there's a welcome-home party from all your worst nightmares”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“That, combined with the look of absolute rage on their faces, gave them the likeness of furies released from the depths to wage chaos on the living world”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“I'VE BEEN SMOTE”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“I just saw her. She was so … alive.”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“Sure, Desdemona, at the receptionist's age, and seeing some poor woman in a second-hand gown and a plaster-cast of makeup to cover the encroaching menaces of age - wouldn't she have shot the same withering glance?”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“Oddly enough, the old mole sported a long white beard, which Curtis didn't recall being something that mole typically did”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“THE OVERDWELLERS CALL FOR MANNA! QUICK, THE GRANOLA BARS!”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“And now you have to come out of hiding - even though your life is threatened by a shape-changing assassin - to walk however many miles in a snowstorm to go talk to a tree."
"Yup."
"I'm coming with you," said Curtis”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“Snow as white as a swan's feather, white as a trillium bloom.”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“As Desdemona continued on about the administrative details of the business, her eyelids lazing at half-mast all the while, Elsie’s attention was drawn to the decorations on the office’s walls. She had always assumed that dust could only collect on a horizontal surface, but the Unthank Home’s drab green walls proved otherwise—a thin sheen of gray dust seemed to nearly act as a second coat of paint.”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“A little wet spot developed in the crotch of his pajamas.”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“I have a dream.”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood

“Tonight, we return the vessel of Iphigenia to the Wood, her spirit having already been absorbed by the fabric of the cosmos.”
― Colin Meloy, Under Wildwood