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We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.

Charles de Lint

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Charles de Lint
Age: 73
Born: 1951
Born: December 22
Musician
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Samuel M. Key
Time
Limits
Perhaps
Forever
True
Bounded
Stories
Underground
Everything
Immortality
Made
Suppose
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Every time we fix something that broken, whether it's a car engine or a broken heart, that an act of magic. And what makes it magic is that we choose to create or help, just as we can choose to harm.
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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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As children, we come into the world with a natural desire to both speak and draw. Society makes sure that we learn language properly, right from the beginning, but art is treated as a gift of innate genius, something we either have or don't.
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Thing is, while I know better, I like sounding ignorant. Talk like this and people figure you're about as dumb as a fencepost, which suits me fine. Makes it all that much easier to take advantage of 'em.
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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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Let it go on record that any confusion arose simply because we lacked certain commonalities of reference.
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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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Wondering’s healthy. Broadens the mind. Opens you up to all sorts of stray thoughts and possibilities.
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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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I suppose the other thing too many forget is that we were all stories once, each and every one of us. And we remain stories. But too often we allow those stories to grow banal, or cruel or unconnected to each other.We allow the stories to continue, but they no longer have a heart. They no longer sustain us.
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I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.
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Dying doesn't end anything - it just changes where you are
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[She] had felt straight away that she wasn’t meeting a new friend, but recognizing an old one.
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By enlarging your knowledge of things, you will find your knowledge of self is enlarged.
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The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.
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I don't think the world works on merit.
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The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.
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