Art should be a place of hope.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

When we blew the first atomic bomb at White Sands near the end of the war, nobody knew what was going to happen. There was a theory that the chain reaction would continue forever. And we would have created a little tiny sun out there in the desert that would burn until the end of the universe. It wasn't a widely held theory but it was a theory that nobody had a way of disproving. There were people who thought it wouldn't go off at all, that it would simply sit out there and melt and produce a great big dirty cloud of radioactivity. Nobody knew.

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended