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“You haven't finished the key, but not because you are afraid to finish. You're afraid of finding you can't finish. You're afraid to go down to where the stones stand, but not because you're afraid of what may come once you enter the circle. You're afraid of what may not come. You're not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Even though this world is narrow, it is wide... to those who understand.

This world isn't the only one.”
― CLAMP

“A great attitude does much more than turn on the lights in our worlds; it seems to magically connect us to all sorts of serendipitous opportunities that were somehow absent before the change.”
― Earl Nightingale

“Where books had been a comfort before, they became a necessity, old books best of all: thick heavy tomes with stories that spread and twisted through other worlds, where he could walk like a ghost in the footsteps of other lives.”
― Alexia Casale, House of Windows

“There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“There are so many problems to solve on this planet first before we begin to trash other worlds.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book in her lap. She wondered sometimes, why she bothered with books. If she wanted to hallucinate, all she had to do was get up in the morning.”
― Allie Burke, Paper Souls

“So many worlds, so many wonders.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Long Mars

“Icy pillars of serenity, spun from airy mist, entered my quiet vision in echoes of worlds unknown.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, The Rose and the Sword

“Their situation was becoming ever harder to deny: they were characters in someone's story. This whole world--”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Words, then, are born of worlds. But they also take us places we can’t go: Constantinople and Mars, Valhalla, the Planet of the Apes. Language comes from what we’ve seen, touched, loved, lost. And it uses knowable things to give us glimpses of what’s not. The Word, after all, is God.”
― Alena Graedon, The Word Exchange

“We don't experience our professional and personal lives as separate worlds; they are intertwined and holistic.”
― Tom Hayes

“Not a very pretty world, is it?"
"Which one?”
― Andrew Smith

“A world between my fingers.”
― Andrew Smith

“Your Eve was wise, John. She knew that Paradise would make her mad, if she were to live forever with Adam and know no other thing but strawberries and tigers and rivers of milk. She knew they would tire of these things, and each other. They would grow to hate every fruit, every stone, every creature they touched. Yet where could they go to find any new thing? It takes strength to live in Paradise and not collapse under the weight of it. It is every day a trial. And so Eve gave her lover the gift of time, time to the timeless, so that they could grasp at happiness.
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And this is what Queen Abir gave to us, her apple in the garden, her wisdom--without which we might all have leapt into the Rimal in a century. The rite bears her name still. For she knew the alchemy of demarcation far better than any clock, and decreed that every third century husbands and wives should separate, customs should shift and parchmenters become architects, architects farmers of geese and monkeys, Kings should become fishermen, and fishermen become players of scenes. Mothers and fathers should leave their children and go forth to get other sons and daughters, or to get none if that was their wish. On the roads of Pentexore folk might meet who were once famous lovers, or a mother and child of uncommon devotion--and they would laugh, and remember, but call each other by new names, and begin again as friends, or sisters, or lovers, or enemies. And some time hence all things would be tossed up into the air once more and land in some other pattern. If not for this, how fastened, how frozen we would be, bound to one self, forever a mother, forever a child. We anticipate this refurbishing of the world like children at a holiday. We never know what we will be, who we will love in our new, brave life, how deeply we will wish and yearn and hope for who knows what impossible thing!
Well, we anticipate it. There is fear too, and grief. There is shaking, and a worry deep in the bone.
Only the Oinokha remains herself for all time--that is her sacrifice for us.
There is sadness in all this, of course--and poets with long elegant noses have sung ballads full of tears that break at one blow the hearts of a flock of passing crows! But even the most ardent lover or doting father has only two hundred years to wait until he may try again at the wheel of the world, and perhaps the wheel will return his wife or his son to him. Perhaps not. Wheels, and worlds, are cruel.
Time to the timeless, apples to those who live without hunger. There is nothing so sweet and so bitter, nothing so fine and so sharp.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Habitation of the Blessed

“Therefore it is only people living in the same period and, broadly speaking, in the same community, who inhabit the same world. People living in other periods, or even at the same period but in a totally different community, do not inhabit the same world about which they have different ideas, they inhabit different worlds altogether.”
― Owen Barfield

“Unusual doors often take you to the unusual worlds!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“What worlds are there herein? I’ll tell you. In these seas of fragrant waters, numerous as atoms in unspeakably many buddha-fields, rest an equal number of world systems. Each world system also contains an equal number of worlds. Those world systems in the ocean of worlds have various resting places, various shapes and forms, various substances and essences, various locations, various entryways, various adornments, various boundaries, various alignments, various similarities, and various powers of maintenance.”
― Thomas Cleary, The Flower Ornament Scripture: A Translation of the Avatamsaka Sutra

“There is more magic in our own world than in any world of fantasy.”
― T.L. Rese

“Then he imagined his narrator standing before it, imagined that the gaslight cut across worlds and not just years, that the author and the narrator, while they couldn’t face each other, could intuit each other’s presence by facing the same light, a kind of correspondence.”
― Ben Lerner, 10:04

“This is what I’ve always loved about a city, all the worlds hidden away inside, largest of aquariums.”
― David Vann, Aquarium

“This isn't about simple morality. Not anymore. The world is too big, and there are worlds in worlds. They were always there, in everyone's heads, but now we can see them. We're starting to bleed into each other.”
― Brandon R. Chinn, Second Stage

“How could we have discovered great lands, if we dare not travel?”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

“One of my favourite things about being an author is waking up knowing that there are worlds just waiting to be discovered and created.”
― C.S. Woolley

“The air was cold but not bitterly so, and it seemed a bit rough at the back of his throat. He gazed about him, and the very intensity of his desire to take in the new world at a glance defeated itself. He saw nothing but colours - colours that refused to form themselves into things. Moreover, he knew nothing yet well enough to see it: you cannot see things till you know roughly what they are. His first impression was of a bright, pale world - a watercolour world out of a child's paint-box, a moment later he recognised the flat belt of light blue as a sheet of water, or of something like water, which came nearly to his feet. They were on the shore of a lake or river.”
― C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Planet

“I summon worlds into existence employing nothing but ink and paper.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

“A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.”
― Gregory Maguire, After Alice

“He feeds her his worlds.”
― Alain de Botton, The Course of Love

“In the Black Palace, in the capital city below, the man know as the Patron â€� Martel the Mighty, ruler of this dark world - had packed his coffers and was now also, presumably, making good his escape. For the Corsair elite and ruling class â€� those whose hands were literally dripping blood, profiteering from the bloodshed and violence that terrorized dozens of worlds - escape was the only option left and he would not be the only one to mount an escape attempt, nor be the only one to succeed. For years to come, there would be countless bounties offered on missing prominent Corsairs that had slipped through the net, with the occasional report of so-and-so being spotted on some or other rim world, presumably sporting a new beard and a pair of sunglasses â€� which might have raised a few eyebrows in the case of the many female Corsairs.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning

“Imagine, if you will:
Meradinis!
The stuff myths are made of! The Turtle Island of the stars â€� home planet to the fearsome and once legendary Corsairs. The very name of this world immediately grabbed the imaginations of young boys and girls, and universally mesmerize dreamers and romantics alike. The truth though was less romantic â€� and as reality so often demonstrates in real life - instead rather ugly and brutal. The Corsairs were not corn-ball comics that went about with parrots on their shoulders, saying “Arr!â€� to everything they encountered. They were anything but. Behind the Corsairs and their culture lay a history fraught with a struggle to survive, a vengefulness and a cruelty â€� and a drive to survive by preying upon others that struck fear into the hearts of neighboring fringe worlds.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning