Ted: It's magic! It's not about magic, it's not like magic, it IS magic. It's real magic, it's not conjured tricks or pulling rabbits out of hats. Incantations. Spells, sermons, rituals. What are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a shaman, that's what he is.

Sylvia: What is she?

Ted: A fucking good poem is a weapon, not like a pop gun. It's like a bomb. A bloody, big bomb.

Sylvia: That's why they make children learn then in school. They don't want them messing about with them on their own. I mean, just imagine if a sonnet went off accidentally.

Boom.