The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper. - Shannon Hale
Poetry's not a thing of pretty round phrases or noisy invocations. It's life itself, with the tang of the raw world in it - not a sweetmeat for middle-class women in parlours. - John Buchan Huntingtower