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Not everything has to mean something. Some things just are.

Charles de Lint

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Charles de Lint
Age: 73
Born: 1951
Born: December 22
Musician
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Samuel M. Key
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I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it?
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... he had understood, better than anyone ... the beauty that grew out of the simple knowledge that everything, no matter how small or large it might be, was a perfect example of what it was.
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In the dark attics of our minds, all times mingle.
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I like living in the city where I have all my books and music and can go out to buy that night's dinner or easily see a band. But I also like the wild places, especially hiking in the desert and the Eastern woodlands. Do I have to choose?
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The problem with children is that you have to put up with their parents.
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If you don't believe that the world has a heart, then you won't hear it beating, you won't think it's alive and you won't consider what you're doing to it.
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Children are the brightest treasures we bring forth into this world, but too large a percentage of the population continues to treat them as inconveniences and nuisances, when they're not treating them as possessions or toys.
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I was going through the motions of life, instead of really living, and there's no excuse for that. It's not something I'll let happen to me again.
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I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn't fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled.
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We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.
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Our lives are stories, and the stories we have to give to each other are the most important. No one has a story too small and all are of equal stature. We each tell them in different ways, through different mediums—and if we care about each other, we'll take the time to listen.
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Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.
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I'm really bad at describing my books. Journalists like to have things like It's The Terminator Meets the Seven Dwarfs. And I can't do that with my books. If I could, I probably wouldn't write them.
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I was a misfit, but I think most teenagers feel that way. I don't care if you were a popular jock or the kid who spent his lunch hours in a stairwell reading a book, we all seem to have dealt with insecurities of one kind or another throughout our high school years.
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You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.
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Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
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When you're touched by magic, nothing's ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They're too busy, or they just don't hold with make-believe, so they shut the door without really knowing it was there to be opened in the first place.
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Inside us lies every possibility that is available to a sentient being. Every darkness, every light. It is the choices we make that decide who or what we will be.
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Most times we only see things for the way we are. But we're good at lying to ourselves. Sometimes we need somebody who's not living in our skin to point out how things really are.
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I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.
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