Wildwood Imperium Quotes

“And at that very moment, when the kiss was laid on the boy's head, and the mother's arm were firmly wrapped around her child as they'd been when she'd first held him, when she'd first cradled him as a baby, when she'd held him as a child crying over some lost bauble, when she'd held him as a boy when a fever had come on strong, when she'd held him as a young man in the full throat of summer, and when the horse had thrown him and he lay motionless on the flagstones and she'd held him then- at that very moment, the ivy ceased its endless writhings and lapsed into immobility and fell quiet.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“It was one of those summer days that seemed to stretch on into eternity, and the heat was such that you couldn't believe the grass, yellow in patches where the gardener's watering can had been remiss, didn't just erupt into flames”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“That's the beauty of things, right? People should be able to believe what they want to, follow who they want to”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Can you send in guards?" asked Prue. "To, you know, get things under control?"
"We tried that," said the attaché. "Only gets them more riled up. They start getting oppressed when you do that.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“We want more than chocolate cake," said Rachel. "We need your help."
Jacques seemed unflustered by the girl's sudden impatience. "But chocolate cake is a good starting point, oui?”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“But boom. This picture floats down from the sky and suddenly-wow-my worldview, like, instantly doubles. Or triples! And suddenly my rote daily exercise of sustenance and survival seems awfully puny in the face of such, like, flourishes of creative spirit. You know? Simultaneously, I experienced this very true understanding-this epiphany-of the oh-so-trivial nature of life, and yet, despite the trivialities, a life that is so full, so chock-full, of an almost infinite promise. You see? -the squirrel”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Poor Grigor. His heart simply became too heavy, there in the cavity of his chest.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Grigor, of course, was in bed, having heaped enough blame on himself for his son's death that he could barley rise under the weight”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Look at the memory on the turtle!”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Look at your failed life, Joffrey: It is standing right in front of you”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“You've lost track of the man inside in your restless need to create things, to amass stuff, to have power. It is the disease of desire, my friend. And it has rotted your soul to the very core”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Explosive experts and animal lovers”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“She was a well-traveled and worldy mole, this Sibyl”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“And at that very moment, when the kiss was laid on the boy's head, and the mother's arms were firmly wrapped around her child as they'd been when she'd first held him, when she'd first cradled him as a baby, when she'd held him as a child crying over some lost bauble, when she'd held him as a boy when a fever had come on strong, when she'd held him as a young man in the full throat of summer, and when the horse had thrown him and he lay motionless on the flagstones and she'd held him then- at that very moment, the ivy ceased its endless writhings and lapsed into immobility and fell quiet.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“But, there's like a hole world out there! Filled with mystery and awe and sorrow and happiness.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“pinecone,”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“Two men, one fairly dragging the other along, suddenly entered the clearing and, their eyes trained behind them, ran headlong into the owl’s creation and knocked it, every maple branch and every twig of dogwood, to the ground in a splintering crash. The owl fell backward, devastated.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium

“First, the explosion of life. Then came the celebration. Such as it had been for generations and generations, as long as the eldest of the eldest could remember; as long as the record books had kept steady score. By the time the first buds were edging their green shoots from the dirt, the parade grounds had been cleared and the maypole had been pulled from its exile in the basement of the Mansion. The board had met and the Queen decided; all that was left was the wait. The wait for May.”
― Colin Meloy, Wildwood Imperium