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  • #1
    Carl Sagan
    “For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”
    Carl Sagan

  • #2
    Carl Sagan
    “It pays to keep an open mind, but not so open your brains fall out.”
    Carl Sagan

  • #3
    Carl Sagan
    “We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”
    Carl Sagan, Cosmos

  • #4
    L. Frank Baum
    “I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.”
    L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

  • #5
    Noel Langley
    “Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
    - Wizard”
    Noel Langley, The Wizard of Oz Screenplay

  • #6
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #7
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #8
    William Shakespeare
    “When he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #9
    Lord Byron
    “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
    There is society, where none intrudes,
    By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
    I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
    From these our interviews, in which I steal
    From all I may be, or have been before,
    To mingle with the Universe, and feel
    What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”
    Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

  • #10
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “All things are strange which are worth knowing.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, In the Cities of Coin and Spice

  • #11
    Kait Rokowski
    “Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
    Kait Rokowski



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