She can sniff it as she can sniff the pungency of the earth where it hides little treasures for the table; or the remains of the long-dead.
Robert HoldstockPragmatism is nothing without imagination; and imagination is wasted without pragmatism
Robert HoldstockNothing has happened until it happens
Robert Holdstockif you don't first accept the gift as it is—if you change what you hear, or change what you learn—doesn't that make it weak somehow?" "Why should it?" Mr. Williams asked softly. "As I believe I've said to you before, the gift is not what you hear, or learn… the gift is being able to hear and learn. These things are yours from the moment they come and you can shape the tune, or the clay, or the painting, or whatever it is, because it belongs to you. It's what I've always done with my music.
Robert Holdstockyou were both hunter and hunted; the shadow of your thoughts was the beast which killed you.
Robert HoldstockA hundred years ago they'd have burned you as a witch…" "But I'm not a witch." "I don't suppose any of them were.
Robert HoldstockAll things are known, Tallis, but most things are forgotten.
Robert HoldstockBut stories are fragile. Like people's lives. It only takes a word out of place to change them forever. If you hear a lovely tune, and then you change it, the new tune might be lovely too, but you've lost the first one." "But if I stick to the first tune, then I've lost the second." "But someone else might discover it. It's still there to be born." "And the first tune isn't?" "No," Tallis insisted, although she was confused now. "It has already come into your mind. It's lost forever." "Nothing is lost forever," Mr. Williams said quietly. "Everything I've known I still know, only sometimes I don't know that I know it." All things are known, but most things are forgotten. It takes a special magic to remember them. "My grandfather said something like that to me," Tallis whispered. "Well there you are. Wise Old Men, one and all…
Robert HoldstockI really didn't mean to steal it." Mr. Williams shook his head. He scratched at his chin nervously. "Why not? That's what they're there for. Tunes belong to everybody. So do stories.
Robert HoldstockSo are you telling me…" he composed his thoughts. "Are you telling me that if you told the last story again, and changed the young woman to a young man, then somewhere in history that same young woman would suddenly grow a beard?" Tallis laughed at the image. "I don't know," she said. "I suppose so.
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