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"We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts."
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"All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination."
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"Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out."
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"What if dragons breathed bubbles and purred when they cuddled and giggled at chivalrous knights for their troubles?What if dragons felt soft, having scales made of cloth,and they moved rather slow like a brown-throated sloth?What if dragons were shyand did easily crywhen confronted by characters callous and sly?What if dragons did goodbut were misunderstoodso men mercilessly slew the beasts right where they stood?What if dragons aren't missedbecause there is no listof extinct types of quarry that now don't exist?"
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"It is ... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth."
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"Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have."
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"What mattered was that the room over the junk-shop should exist. To know that it was there, inviolate, was almost the same as being in it. The room was a world, a pocket of the past where extinct animals could walk."
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"There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos."
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"Dream's elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue.."
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"The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen."
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"The degree in which a poet's imagination dominates reality is, in the end, the exact measure of his importance and dignity."
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"And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right."
Creativity
"Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew."
Nature
"Let the war turn off the families. Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge."
Politics
"But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again."
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"Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage."
Psychology
"Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you're doomed."
Creativity
"I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?"
Faith
"Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy."
Knowledge
"Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn't exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible."
Technology
"The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time-the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes-and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine dispensed Time in blowing weathers."
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