Giant Country Quotes

“Everyone’s important. Trouble is trying to figure out why.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“I’m going to fix everything.”
“Ah, but darling, you don’t have to.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“Feuds are weeds... Once it’s grown roots, it’s harder to dig up; and it’s far easier to spread.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“We’re a little messed up, aren’t we?"
“I’ve met worse."
“I know. I almost feel bad for Alice—you know, since she’s supposed to be the crazy one.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“Ghosts don’t stay buried when they’re laced in gold.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“I want my sons to learn to make something, not just destroy.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“The problem with wishing was that it only worked with stars and flowers, and neither were at her disposal.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“But don’t fret, friends. You can break their bones for bread as soon as the Fiddler gives the word. I always thought that was the giants’ job, but don’t let me spoil your guilty pleasures.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“They had to leave their mark somehow. Little had he known their mark dug up gold and blood.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“I guess that’s the soft spot for orphans, eh? We’re so hungry for a father that we go blind.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“I keep secrets, too... I just ignore them until I run headlong into them.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“He hated songs like that, the kinds that should stay in nursery rhymes and bedtime stories. Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum… He was plagued by them.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“Generations of neglect for this feud have come back to stab us in the back in the form of one boy. One boy who lit the match for an apocalypse threatening our very species! One boy whose nightmarish reputation has plagued a country he has no right belonging to!”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“Dusk has dawned, I hear its call,
above the world I’ve watched it fall;
I smell blood and I smell bone,
and I smell fear coated in gold;
Grind your bread and bake their teeth,
and death will come while you’re asleep;
I will rage. I will rage.
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum

‘Til the mountains crumble down,
and oceans become heaven’s crown;
Land sinks low, the gold runs dry,
and when these bones rain from the sky;
‘Til the giants fall to myth,
and none remains to journey with;
I will stand. I will stand.
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum

I will stand for my homeland,
for nowhere else could bear my hand;
I will stand by friend and kin,
we share the gold under our skin;
I will stand ‘til my death comes,
and as my soul greets sky and sun,
I will sing, I will sing,
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country