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"The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents."
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"A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air."
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"It is photography itself that creates the illusion of innocence. Its ironies of frozen narrative lend to its subjects an apparent unawareness that they will change or die. It is the future they are innocent of. Fifty years on we look at them with the godly knowledge of how they turne dout after all - who they married, the date of their death - with no thought for who will one day be holding photographs of us."
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"The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents."
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"Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen, with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair- He took her bag."
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"She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare."
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"The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky."
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"His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night."
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"So the freshness lives onin a lemon,in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,the proportions, arcane and acerb."
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"We rode on the winds of the rising storm,We ran to the sounds of the thunder.We danced among the lightning bolts,and tore the world asunder."
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"That's life for you," said MacDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more."
Emotion
"How many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often " he searched for a simile, found one in his work " torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?"
Connection
"How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?"
Emotion
"The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him."
Perception
"I was not predicting the future, I was trying to prevent it."
Future
"And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before."
Creation
"Fantasy? That's for the Fire Birds. Fantasy, even when it takes science-fictional forms, which it often does, is dangerous. It is escapist. It is daydreaming. It has nothing to do with the world and the world's problems.So said the snobs who did not know themselves as snobs."
Imagination
"The people there were gods and midgets and knew themselves mortal and so the midgets walked tall so as not to embarrass the gods and the gods crouched so as to make the small ones feel at home."
Humility
"Fiction gives us empathy: It puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over."
Fiction
"The entire history of mankind is problem solving, or science fiction swallowing ideas, digesting them, and excreting formulas for survival. You can't have one without the other. No fantasy, no reality. No studies concerning loss, no gain. No imagination, no will. No impossible dreams: No possible solutions."
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