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"The great floodgates of the wonder-world swung open."
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"I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend..."
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"...in an infinite universe, anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist."
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"The imagination is a muscle. If it is not exercised, it atrophies."
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"Few people have the imagination for reality."
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"But then again, if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn't perfect. You can't get all the way inside someone else. I could never have imagined Margo's anger at being found, or the story she was writing over. But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in."
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"I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood. But the world that contained even the imagination of FA¡fnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever the cost of peril."
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"Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed!"
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"The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led."
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"The world cannot be translated, It can only be dreamed of and touched."
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"The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords."
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"Whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off-then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
Mental Health
"The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up-flaked up, with rose-water snow."
Observation
"Truth is in things, and not in words."
Truth
"Of all tools used in the shadow of the moon, men are the most apt to get out of order."
Society
"All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad."
Mindset
"The classification of the constituents of a chaos, nothing less is here essayed."
Philosophy
"At last I see it, I feel it; I penetrate to the predestinated purpose of my life. I am content. Others may have loftier parts to enact; but my mission in this world, Bartleby, is to furnish you with office-room for such period as you may see fit to remain.I believe that this wise and blessed frame of mind would have continued with me, had it not been for the unsolicited and uncharitable remarks obtruded upon me by my professional friends who visited the rooms. But thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous."
Life
"You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world."
Politics
"For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books."
Knowledge
"So true it is, and so terrible, too, that up to a certain point the thought or sight of misery enlists our best affections; but, in certain special cases, beyond that point it does not. they err who would assert that invariable this is owing to the inherent selfishness of the human heart. It rather proceeds from a certain hopelessness of remedying excessive and organic ill. To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain. An when at last it is perceived that such pity cannot lead to effectual succor, common sense bides the soul be rid of it."
Ethics
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