Quote by Geneviève Bujold

“When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.”

“In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play, and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.”

“The root of poetry is in its emotions, its branches in its wording, its flowers in its rhyme and voice, and lastly its final culmination in the fruits of its meaning.”

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me I know that is poetry.”