Sublime

Madame Bovary and a flying carpet are both untrue, and, what’s more, they are both untrue in the same way. Somebody made them up. I’m in favor of continuing to make things up. Only by unleashing the fictionality of fiction, the imaginativeness of the imagination, the dream songs of our dreams, can we hope to approach the new, and to create fiction

James Thurber’s The 13 Clocks.

The Arabian Nights, pick

Now Winston Niles Rumfoord and his dog Kazak existed as wave phenomena—apparently

Presenting himself was a rapscallion of the most exuberate sort.

We were not Hindus, my family, but we believed the great stories of Hinduism to be available to us also.