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Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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The exaltation of understanding; then understanding's bottomless regret.

Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

"Watched the aerial bliss of coupled dragonflies. Even heard their wings, an ecstatic sound like paper flaps in bicycle spokes. Gazed on a slowworm exploring a miniature Amazonia around the roots where I lay. Silent? Not altogether, no. Was woken much later, by first spots of rain. Cumulonimbi were reaching critical mass. Sprinted back to Zedelghem as fast as I'll ever run again, just to hear the rushing roar in my ear canals and feel the first fat droplets pound my face like xylophone hammers."

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

 by Rejean Pellerin

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451