It made him sad, not because he saw some instructive allegory or harsh sermon on the vanity of all human hopes and utopian imaginings in this translation of a bright summer dream into an immense mud puddle freezing over at the end of a September afternoon–he was too young to have such inklings–but because he had so loved the Fair, and seeing it this way, he felt in his heart what he had known all along, that, like childhood, the Fair was over, and he would never be able to visit again. – Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

Any given creativity is magic. – Alan Moore, in conversation with The Onion