His imagination conceived and bore – worlds but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life and sooner or later he invariably found it.
For me my travels have been the chance to go to a place that already exists in my imagination.
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I'm kind of surprised that so many of those other books were almost exactly like mine. They even follow the form. There were some books that even copied the stamp. It shows so little imagination.
