Losing maturity in one’s fiction for the sake of marvels and monsters can also mean losing propriety, and that’s not always a bad thing.

God did not mean us to be ignorant. He left us this marvelous universe to decipher and understand.

Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.

During an especially noisy elementary school assembly I witnessed a common marvel. Someone spoke,”Once upon a time…” into the mic, and the room hushed. Such magic never ceases to amaze me.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

Your mind, your motion and your expression is an animation to marvel and to praise.