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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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"What the future held for spirit, Emily could only imagine."
"Do you know what the best and worst thing about a book is? The author can't answer all your questions, only your imagination can."
"When you are very rational, you may not be able to dream or live in a fairy tale."
"O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . .She is the fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of little atomiAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep."
"The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen."
"Music enables mind to compose things in the outer limit of logic."
"When the imagination takes over, the second hand could be the hour hand to a creator of stories."
"With astonishing wonder, I have seen the magic of life, the power of thoughts, and the beauty of imagination."
"Too many questions can cripple imagination, for how can you apply logical questions to something that is not real?"
"We are blessed with a finite life, but our imaginations are infinite."
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"As they sang the hobbit felt in love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and a jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves."
"How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep."
"Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)-Gandalf came by."
"After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely."
"I perceived or thought of the Light of God and in it suspended one small mote (or millions of motes to only one of which was my small mind directed), glittering white because of the individual ray from the Light which both held and lit it...And the ray was the Guardian Angel of the mote: not a thing interposed between God and the creature, but God's very attention itself, personalized...This is a finite parallel to the Infinite. As the love of the Father and Son (who are infinite and equal) is a Person, so the love and attention of the Light to the Mote is a person (that is both with us and in Heaven): finite but divine, i.e. angelic."
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