La gloire ou le mérite de certains hommes est de bien écrire ; et de quelques autres, c’est de n'écrire point.
“Do you think words have answers?” I asked.
“It depends on your questions,” said Byrd. “But”- she turned her head to look at me over Sophie- “you should know that there are some things for which there are no answers, no matter how beautiful the words may be.”
I stared at her.
“Sometimes poetry – words – give us a small, lovely look at ourselves,” said Byrd. “And sometimes that is enough.”
There was silence.
“Sometimes,” Byrd added in a soft voice.