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To be whole is to be part;true voyage is return.
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Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
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The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
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The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
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No, I don’t mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression. It grows in us, that fear. It grows in us year by year.
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And I needed a rock. Something to hold onto, to stand on. Something solid. Because everything was going soft, turning into mush, into marsh, into fog. Fog closing in on all sides. I didn't know where I was at all.
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If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.
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The living tongue that tells the word, the living ear that hears it, bind and bond us in the communion we long for in the silence of our inner solitude.
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In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
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Is it the gods who set this fire in our hearts, or do we each make our fierce desire into a god?
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The creative adult is the child who survived.
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Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.
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It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
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You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do...
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There's a good deal in common between the mind's eye and the TV screen, and though the TV set has all too often been the boobtube, it could be, it can be, the box of dreams.
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He is far too intelligent to become really cerebral.
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I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
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You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes - the wall, the wall!
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If I don’t speak truth I can’t seek truth.
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We like to think we live in daylight, but half the world is always dark, and fantasy, like poetry, speaks the language of the night.
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There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
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The desire for power feeds off itself, growing as it devours.
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There’s seldom as much hurry as I used to think there was.
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The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.