Polly Baker

“How many yous have you been?
How many,
Lined up inside,
Each killing the last?”
― Kate Tempest, Hold Your Own

“Crouched across from her, Toothwort has darkened, his foliate head has ripened into moulde, fungus and brown ripples,sweaty, heavy with rot and enzymes. He smells like natural truth, like sex and death.”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.”
― Stephen King, 11/22/63

“Which do you think is more patient, an idea or a hope?”
― Max Porter, Lanny