that something is a fiction doesn't make it any less real.
~ avery alder, teen wich

the less you hold out,
more and more will fold out
~ lemon demon, the afternoon

open your eyes
and then open your eyes again
~ terry pratchett, wee free men

though she showed the passing of the days,
eternally a child she would remain
~ kero kero bonito, the princess and the clock

yes! radiant lyre speak to me
become a voice
~ sappho 118, tr. anne carson, if not, winter

oh! i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
sunward i’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
you have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
high in the sunlit silence. hov’ring there,
i’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
my eager craft through footless halls of air...

up, up the long, delirious burning blue
i’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
where never lark, or ever eagle flew –
and, while with silent, lifting mind i’ve trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand, and touched the face of god.
~ john gillespie magee, high flight

from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved
~ on the origin of species

any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from nature.
~ karl schroeder, the deepening paradox