Children see magic because they look for it.
Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.
If you think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them. The key — and this is very relevant in our case — is to find someone whose insanity dovetails with your own.
Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.
It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.
Unless you can change the past, you’re wasting the present on this guilt
Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.
Nobody's perfect... Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.
Why understand when you can believe?
Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination.
Turtles hate heights. They don't even like being a few feet off the ground. It's the main reason they have resisted evolution for so long-fear of heights. Turtle thinking goes thus: Sure, first our scales turn into feathers and the next thing you know we're flying and chirping and perching on trees. We've seen it happen. Thanks, but we're staying right here in the mud where we belong. You're not going to see us flying full-tilt boogie into a sliding glass door.
Blessed are the dumbfucks.
An adventure story is fear recalled in comfort.
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
I think I'm what they call a never-was.
If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.
That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into faith.
Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.
One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.
Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such place.
I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.
Science, you don't know, looks like magic.
What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire." Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
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