There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone.
There are weapons that are simply thoughts. For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy.
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead—your next stop, the Twilight Zone.
Any state, any entity, any ideology that fails to recognize the worth, the dignity, the rights of Man, that state is obsolete.
For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.
All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes - all of them. They must remain standing because they are a monument to a moment in time when some men decided to turn the Earth into a graveyard. Into it they shoveled all of their reason, their logic, their knowledge,,then we become the gravediggers.
All the Dachaus must remain standing.
Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.
There is nothing in the dark that isn't there when the lights are on.
It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.
Being like everybody is the same as being nobody.
Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it. When that happens, a talent becomes a curse.
In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself.
It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.
If in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human spirit.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Imagination... its limits are only those of the mind itself.
You see. No shock. No engulfment. No tearing assunder. What you feared would come like an explosion is like a whisper. What you thought was the end is the beginning.
Coming up with ideas is the easiest thing on earth. Putting them down is the hardest.
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