And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
David Almond
Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can't. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have imagine.
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Execution of this contract bridges the way to an additional 96 remanufactured AH-64Ds for the U.S. Army and to Block III Apache Longbow helicopter production,.. This is a true team effort and a key Apache milestone achievement.
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Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in there jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journy of exploration and discovery.
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I thought how you can never tell just by looking at them what they were thinking or what was happening In their lives. Even when you got daft people or drunk people on buses, people that went on stupid and shouted rubbish or tried to tell you all about themselves, you could never really tell about them either.. I knew if somebody looked at me, they'd know nothing about me, either.
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Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.
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There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.
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I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.
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We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.
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We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails. We let the stars shine into us.
Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.
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The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53
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