Quote: J.R.R. Tolkien "Tree and Leaf"

Tolkien views the act of story telling as a form of creation, like God the author creates his own world for the reader to inhabit and experience, and belief is essential for maintaining the stability of that world, “What really happens is that the story-maker proves a successful ‘sub-creator.’ He makes a Secondary World which your mind can enter. Inside it, what he relates is ‘true’; it accords with the laws of that world. You therefore believe it, while you are, as it were, inside. The moment disbelief arises, the spell is broken; the magic, or rather art, has failed. You are then out in the Primary World again, looking at the little abortive Secondary World from outside.” - J.R.R. Tolkien "Tree and Leaf"

Quote: James M. Barrie "Peter Pan"

James M. Barrie on Neverland:

“On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching there coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of surf, though we shall land no more.”

Quote: James M. Barrie 'Peter Pan'

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in the garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
- James M. Barrie 'Peter Pan'

Quote: Mary Doria Russel

"Literature changes you. When you're done reading, you're a different person."

Obdurate

Obdurate: stubbornly refusing to change ones opinion or course of action

Quote - Titus - "Titus Andronicus" 1.1

"Behold the poor remains, alive and dead.
These that survive let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial among their ancestors.
Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why suffer'st thou thy sons unburied yet
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their bretheren.
There greet in silence as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons hast thou of mine in store
That thou wilt never render to me more!”

Corey Tynan - Sing To Me (w/ lyrics)

Totally heart this! These two are so talented!