Quotes from Colin Meloy

As she walked, she breathed a quick benediction to the patron saint of sleuthing. "Nancy Drew," she whispered, "be with me now.

And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones...

An old bandit adage: A bell is a cup until it is struck.

Sometimes, when the world is falling apart around you, all that's left to do is dance, right?

My dear Prue, we are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise are we children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing our moral order on what is, by nature, a wide web of chaos. It is a hopeless task.

It is better to live presently. By living thus, perhaps we can learn to understand the nature of this fragile coexistence we share with the world around us.

There's as much benefit to wishing the world away as there is in demanding a bud to bloom," responded Iphigenia as she patted Prue's hand gently. "It's better to live presently. By living thus, perhaps we can learn to understand the nature of this fragile coexistence we share with the world around us.

Meditation. That's the key. Supposedly. Calming your mind ind total silence. Understanding your connection to the natural world and all that. You do that, and you can hear it. All the talking.

Was there ever any doubt? And as the spotlights fade away, And you're escorted through the foyer, You will resume your callow ways, But I was meant for the stage.

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

I just saw her. She was so … alive.

My dear Prue, we are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise are we the children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing our moral order on what is, by nature, a wide web of chaos. It is a hopeless task.

Prue felt like someone had bored a hole in her stomach the size of a basketball

This was all in the making, a long time ago. You had as much control over these events as a leaf does in the time of its falling.

single car waited helplessly at a dormant traffic light;

THE OVERDWELLERS CALL FOR MANNA! QUICK, THE GRANOLA BARS!

I'VE BEEN SMOTE

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

That's the beauty of things, right? People should be able to believe what they want to, follow who they want to

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

My brother was kidnapped by birds. My friend was captured by coyotes. And I nearly forgot: My bike is broken. Sounds like a country song. If country songs were really, really weird.

Alexandra held out her arms; her son stepped into them and laid his his head, softly, on his mother's chest.

Tonight, we return the vessel of Iphigenia to the Wood, her spirit having already been absorbed by the fabric of the cosmos.

But, there's like a hole world out there! Filled with mystery and awe and sorrow and happiness.