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"And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon."
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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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"Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about."
Fiction
"Someday you shall meet someoneWho's gonna look at you in awe - Flying high, wings all spread, And wonder how it'd be likeTo clip those wings, Tie those feet down, And cage you forever...When you hit the ground, Remember to run"
Survival
"And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care."
Life
"And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon."
Imagination
"But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her."
Fear
"May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun... so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind... and after a few haunting days he roams freely in the country without fear .. and what about the one who faces the wrath and bears the bullets? He leaves a movement behind... but haven't such movements always been ephemeral? Is death the price you need to pay to open the eyes of those who care but just for a couple of days?"
Violence
"We can't control what others thinkWe might as well go ahead and live"
Life
"Another day.How long are you gonna scroll down?SemicolonSmile"
Time
"Those were the three words seldom asked to her.Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring a million thoughts to the mind and more to the soul; For the answer is far deeper than what is simply said on the face.She understood, so she asked him what was seldom asked to her, 'How are you?"
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"And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers."
Truth
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