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"Mr. Freeman sighs. 'No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!"
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"I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't."
"Dream extravagantly, for God has imbued us with ample imagination to dream out to and across the very periphery of the impossible."
"I found myself speaking softly as if I were telling an old tale to a young child. And giving it a happy ending, when all know that tales never end, and the happy ending is but a moment to catch one's breath before the next disaster. But I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to wonder what would happen next."
"It is always imagined before it is lived. In the world of thought, imaginations are lives, but people kill them before they grow to have life!"
"It is impossible to see the angel unless you first have a notion of it."
"When you are very rational, you may not be able to dream or live in a fairy tale."
"Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates."
"The human imagination may be the most elastic thing in the universe, stretching to encompass the millions of dreams that in centuries of relectless struggle built modern civilization, to entertain the endless doubts that hamper every human enterprise, and to conceive the vast menagerie of boogeymen that trouble every human heart."
"Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?"
"I always felt as if I'd been handed a cardboard box crammed full of monkeys. I'd take the monkeys out of the box one at a time, carefully brush off the dust, give them a pat on the bottom, and send them scurrying off into the fields. I never knew where they went from there."
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"Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it. He doesn't hear the impact, can't smell the blood."
"I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?"
"I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one. Fifth grade was easy -- old enough to play outside without Mom, too young to go off the block. The perfect leash length."
"If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The moon would rise above the wine-dark sea and give babies only to maidens and musicians who had prayed long and hard. Lost girls wouldn't need compasses or maps. They would find gingerbread paths to lead them out of the forest and home again. They would never sleep in silver boxes with white velvet sheets, not until they were wrinkled-paper grandmas and ready for the trip."
"Why are you being so mean?''Friends tell friends the truth.''yeah, but not to hurt, to help."
"Everyone is born a freak,' notes Hayley. 'Every newborn baby, wet and hungry and screaming, is a fresh-hatched freak who wants to have a good time and make the world a better place. . . . Most teenagers wind up in high school. And high school is where the zombification process becomes deadly."
"They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean."
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