“Oh land of farms and green hills mildOnce formed by giants rough and wildWith massive paws they gripped and toreWith one great rip they formed the shoreWhere heavy boots left prints so deepBlue lakes remain 'tween summits steepThe giants fought beneath our skiesAnd from their bones our mountains rise”
“…not a fort at all, but a giant amulet, a city made from the magic in our hearts and the land itself.”
“I was the giant great and stillThat sits upon the pillow-hill,And sees before him, dale and plain,The pleasant land of counterpane.”
“Mountains have the power to call us into their realms and there, left forever, are our friends whose great souls were longing for the heights. Do not forget the mountaineers who have not returned from the summits.”
“I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who’s a genius on his best days).”
“When giants fought, ants were crushed.”