I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child… . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction (via jerzee55)
I don’t know where you are, but you’re living right now, somewhere on this earth. And one day you and I are going to touch this gate where I’m touching it now. Your hand will touch this very wood, here! Then we’ll walk through and we’ll be full of a future and of a past and we’ll be to each other like no one else has ever been. We can’t meet now, I don’t know why. But some day our questions will be answers and we’ll be caught in something so bright…and every step I take is one step closer on a bridge we must cross to meet.