“Speak to me, wood pigeon. I need your voice.”

“I bet your mom would let me." -Pigeon, Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus-”

“...tell me the word that will win you, and I will speak it. I will speak the stars of heaven into a crown for your head; I will speak the flowers of the field into a cloak; I will speak the racing stream into a melody for your ears and the voices of a thousand larks to sing it; I will speak the softness of night for your bed and the warmth of summer for your coverlet; I will speak the brightness of flame to light your way and the luster of gold to shine in your smile; I will speak until the hardness in you melts away and your heart is free...”

“What is it about your voice thatmakes me want to hear you speak?”

“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”

“Speak your mind even if your voice shakes.”