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Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.