The Congress of Dolls Quotes

“A seed contains secret information. To gaze upon the tiny little thing is to wonder what it might grow into. Coconuts are a giveaway but those little, nondescript things that have no obvious identifiers are a source of wonder. From such tiny things so much can grow, so much potential is contained in so small a space. Just add water and stand back.

A world blossoms before the eyes.

To certain mighty beings such may truly be the case; a whole world, shaped by some originating intellect, grown and developed and made ready for countless other miracles to appear upon its surface.

Seeds scattered far and wide, seeds of nascent civilisations and the biodiversity of a thriving environment. Life flourishes under such kind conditions, though the hidden mechanism which drives it remains a mystery.

The seed of an idea shapes itself into a decision, sometimes so rapidly the origin of it is lost in the enthusiasm of new found intrepidity. (Chapter 2)”
― Martyn X Brown, The Congress of Dolls

“It was an unburstable beach ball painted in some attempt at hilarity to look like an eye. As it rolled upon the floor a moment it was as if it were searching for something. When it stopped rolling the pupil faced where the shop owner stood. It was like being stared at most vehemently and the man felt a little self-conscious. (Chapter 9)”
― Martyn X Brown, The Congress of Dolls

“Hope. A key component in countless little lives.

It was an emotion which tended to be smugly suppressed by those who considered they could envisage the future with certainty. For hope thrives on the unknown. Hopelessness, or despair to give it a less syllabic and sibilant name, can be seen as an attempt to know there is no future, but really there is. Even in the deepest despondency a tiny atom of doubt keeps the flame alive. (Chapter 2)”
― Martyn X Brown, The Congress of Dolls

“As soon as Lyra plunged into the waves she no longer felt a need to seek words to describe the world around her. There was no language amid the watery depths in which to adequately express her feelings. She was immersed in something which went on forever. A desire to swim and swim as far as the horizon seized her, to lose herself in an infinite blue world of restless currents and unknown depths. Perhaps it was some lingering memory of a distant past when all life began in those same seas. This was her true home, where she belonged. Thankfully the shouts of laughter and joy from the beach drifted out to where she swam and brought her back to the present. Her feet she knew must touch land again and a faint secret regret gently made her sigh. (Chapter 1)”
― Martyn X Brown, The Congress of Dolls