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“he couldn't entice me with his pills, hookers, guns or war mission”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“Why bother Her?�� What will change the echoes from my heart encapsulated into words for ears? Maybe the hope or belief that will be heard and felt by heart and soul from past lives, or will it become the dream of an actual one?”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“Just now he was on a mind-blowing adventure and it was rapidly spiralling out of control, and this is what he needed to concentrate his mind on. How could he squeeze Daley to get the book back; that’s if Daley had it in his possession in the first place? The next few days were going to be crucial.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“   In 1658, Francis Andrew Ransome stole the Alchemy Scroll from St. Julian’s college, my present employer. Ransome was a member of a transatlantic group called The Invisible College. They were alchemists, meaning they worked with matter and spirit together.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi

“All our discontents about what we want appeared to me to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have. Another”
― Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe

“كيف يستطيع الناس أن يركضوا يميناً وشمالاً بدون ان يسألوا أنفسهم أبداً من هُم ومن أين جاؤوا؟”
― Jostein Gaarder

“How do you suppose we’d go about finding one?�� she asked. “A psychiatrist, I mean. Aren’t a lot of them supposed to be quacks? Well, but still, I guess that isn’t really much of a problem, is it.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road

“Sissy: You really don't believe in political solutions do you?

The Chink: I believe in political solutions to political problems. But man's primary problems aren't political; they're philosophical. Until humans can solve their philosophical problems, they're condemned to solve their political problems over and over and over again. It's a cruel, repetitious bore.

Sissy: Well, then, what are the philosophical solutions?

The Chink: Ha ha ho ho and hee hee. That's for you to find out. I'll say this much and no more: there's got to be poetry. And magic. At every level. If civilization is ever going to be anything but a grandiose pratfall, anything more than a can of deodorizer in the shithouse of existence, then statesmen are going to have to concern themselves with magic and poetry. Bankers are going to have to concern themselves with magic and poetry. Time magazine is going to have to write about magic and poetry. Factory workers and housewives are going to have to get their lives entangled in magic and poetry.

Sissy: Do you think such a thing can ever happen?

The Chink: If you understood poetry and magic, you'd know that it doesn't matter.”
― Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

“(...) Y la alegría lo llenó de la cabeza a los pies, alegría de vivir y alegría de ser él mismo. Porque ahora sabía otra vez quién era y de dónde era. Había nacido de nuevo. Y lo mejor era que quería ser precisamente quien era. Si hubiera tenido que elegir una posibilidad entre todas, no hubiera elegido ninguna otra. Porque ahora sabía: en el mundo hay miles y miles de formas de alegría, pero en el fondo todas son una sola: la alegría de poder amar. Eran aspectos de una misma cosa.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story