The thing people don’t always want to realize is that stories have great power whether they get told or not.

In fact, Barbara’s biggest secret was Will.

The corridor narrowed to a fine point far ahead, seeming to stretch to infinity, or maybe just to Fargo. Will wasn’t sure which was worse.

Reading poetry on the page is nice, Will. But it’s not all it could be. Reading it aloud – or hearing it read – gives it another dimension. It’s as though vocalizing the words completes the poem.

Some people get to keep asserting themselves even after they’re gone, it seems.

Keats, Mr. Phillips? Am I to believe you were on my roof reading John Keats?

Poetry could surely slow a guy down.

Mr. Phillips! Are you just getting in for the night? And Lord, have mercy! Where are your pants?

There's much to be said for the circumstances of our experience, Will. The most simple and mundane things can take on deep and memorable dimensions depending on where we are, or with whom, or any number of things. ~ Joe

Touch has a memory," Will. Your man Keats said that. Did he, now? Will looked up.He did. If it had fit into his poem, I think he would have said taste and smell and sound have a memory, too.Say more.What more is there to say? He said what I've been saying. Aesthetics matter. Place matters. Our senses remember and replay these things back to us, to our fingers, or our nostrils, or our tongues."(Conversation between Will and Joe.)