Fraser Hansen

“Orpheus I also play the lyre Eurydice Ooh, a liar, and a player too! I’ve met too many men like you”
― Anaïs Mitchell, Working on a Song: The Lyrics of HADESTOWN

“The years are rolling out like tide now. There is old weather on their faces, on the hard lines of their jaws, on their chaotic mouths. But they retain – just about – a rakish air”
― Kevin Barry, Night Boat to Tangier

“Sometimes I think the crazies aren’t people, they’re not real. They’re like incarnations of the city’s madness, like escape valves. If they weren’t here, we’d all kill each other or die of stress,”
― Mariana Enríquez, The Dangers of Smoking in Bed

“I read about a town once where a coal fire has been burning underneath it for twenty years. All it took was a minor explosion in a tunnel to set off an inferno that will burn for the next hundred years. Pain and fear are like that, an explosion that sets the genes alight. I imagine the flames racing along inside the dogs, like coal seams catching fire.”
― Catriona Ward, Sundial