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Poetry is dead and buried in a world of growing LitVid and illiteracy, vidiocy I’ve heard it called. Being dead, poetry has enormous freedom; being ignored, it can blossom like a rose in a manure heap. Poetry is risen. Poetry is the messiah of literature but the angel has not yet told anybody it is risen.

— Greg Bear Queen of Angels (1990)

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The sorrow never dies; it is merely nacred by time.

Heads (1990)

Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten.
It was in the blood, the flesh,
And now it is forever.

Blood Music (1985)

Around her gulps of water, she repeated her prayer, until the monotony and futility silenced her.

Blood Music (1985)

My level of skepticism rose enormously; I’ve always bristled when people ask for, much less demand, trust.

Moving Mars (1993)

Conflict of the sexes is not a disease; it is an unavoidable byproduct like the smoke and water from a fire.

Queen of Angels (1990)

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