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  • #1
    William Congreve
    “Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.”
    William Congreve

  • #2
    Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another What! You
    “Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
    C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Never laugh at live dragons.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #6
    Terry Pratchett
    “You can't map a sense of humor. Anyway, what is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons? On the Discworld we know that There Be Dragons Everywhere. They might not all have scales and forked tongues, but they Be Here all right, grinning and jostling and trying to sell you souvenirs. ”
    Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

  • #7
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

  • #8
    C.S. Lewis
    “I desired dragons with a profound desire.”
    C.S. Lewis, Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories

  • #9
    C.S. Lewis
    “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
    C.S. Lewis

  • #10
    Blaise Cendrars
    “Humanity lives in its fiction.”
    Blaise Cendrars

  • #11
    Alexander Pope
    “Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
    Alexander Pope

  • #12
    Raymond Carver
    “Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.”
    Raymond Carver

  • #13
    John Steinbeck
    “I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.”
    John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

  • #14
    C.S. Lewis
    “In speaking of this desire for our own far off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter. Wordsworth’s expedient was to identify it with certain moments in his own past. But all this is a cheat. If Wordsworth had gone back to those moments in the past, he would not have found the thing itself, but only the reminder of it; what he remembered would turn out to be itself a remembering. The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory