The painter must give a completely accurate account of their experience of looking at the subject.

I don’t have time to hate people who hate me, because I’m too busy loving people who love me.

A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.