Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.”“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”“I’m not sure a book has ever changed me,” said Will. “Well, there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep—”“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,” said Tessa

Oh, what is brighter than the light?What is darker than the night?What is keener than an axe?What is softer than melting wax?Truth is brighter than the light,Falsehood darker than the night.Revenge is keener than an axe,And love is softer than melting wax.

But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.

[Kieran]his head propped on a stack of poetry books he’d brought from the library. Almost all of them had been inscribed on the inside cover by a James Herondale, who had neatly written out his favorite lines.