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I think of what wild animals are in our imaginations. And how they are disappearing - not just from the wild, but from people's everyday lives, replaced by images of themselves in print and on screen. The rarer they get, the fewer meanings animals can have. Eventually rarity is all they are made of. The condor is an icon of extinction. There's little else to it now but being the last of its kind. And in this lies the diminution of the world. How can you love something, how can you fight to protect it, if all it means is loss? — Helen Macdonald

You can live a whole life time never being awake. — Dan Millman

I kept driving straight on toward what we called home and could not say aloud the words that were thrashing me, as if somehow by remaining silent I could keep the terrible thing from having occurred. — Russell Banks

When fairy tales are written in the west, they're known as folklore. In the east, fairy tales are called religions. — Paul Henderson

Starbucks is my main fix and it's usually you people working in there - sometimes they're actually shaking. It just makes me feel horrendous because I've been in that situation. — Shirley Manson

In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture; with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music; in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature ... — Edith Sitwell

You will not find a soulmate in the quiet of your room. You must go to a noisy place and look in the quiet corners. — Robert Breault

She tied an apron round her and prepared everything with the bustling activity common to young housewives who still find something sexual in the handling of a saucepan. — Bertolt Brecht