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This may sound strange, but although the blood of a carnivore runs through my veins, mushrooms are the one food that I can't give up. There are many species of edible mushrooms. Whether fresh or dried, they all give off a unique scent.

People are like mushrooms. First, you recognize the eye-catching ones, but they're often poisonous. You have to look longer for the good ones.

All mushrooms are edible, some only once.

You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life.

Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.

I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.

Mr Willy Wonka can make marshmallows that taste of violets, and rich caramels that change colour every ten seconds as you suck them, and little feathery sweets that melt away deliciously the moment you put them between your lips. He can make chewing-gum that never loses its taste, and sugar balloons that you can blow up to enormous sizes before you pop them with a pin and gobble them up. And, by a most secret method, he can make lovely blue birds' eggs with black spots on them, and when you put one of these in your mouth, it gradually gets smaller and smaller until suddenly there is nothing left except a tiny little darkred sugary baby bird sitting on the tip of your tongue.

This is America. Anyone can eat what they want, as long as they eat too much.

Michael: "Can we have him for supper?"
Sylvia: "Have him to stay for supper, Michael. We aren't cannibals."

Worthless people live only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live.

So many people today - and even professional scientists - seem to me like someone who has seen thousands of trees but has never seen a forest.

Forests are the world's air-conditioning system - the lungs of the planet - and we are on the verge of switching it off.

Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.

Our spirits need simple things, the smell of fresh-turned earth and the ancient music of wind among the trees.

What I want is for the humans and the forest to live in peace!

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc. No one cares for the woods anymore.

What a pity, I majored in botany, and helping people grow a brain is not my area of expertise.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human.

To me there is no such thing as creative writing. It's either good writing, whatever the subject, or it's not creative.

Simba: "Ouh. Jeez, what was that for?"
Rafiki: "It doesn't matter, it's in the past."
Simba: "Yeah, but it still hurts."
Rafiki: "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."

My ideals have no stains.
I must correct you. People here bear no sins in the eyes of the gods... Only laws and the Tribunal can judge someone.
They can judge even me. So praise my magnificence and purity.

Eternity stretches things out over a long time. But each moment within it becomes all the more fragile.

With you by my side, though our mouths stay silent, my heart is at peace.

Observation is the first step of any experiment, but observing the current world doesn't satisfy me. It lacks an important dimension - that of time.

Some ambitions have the power to heal wounds, to bring victory, to inspire hope. But some ambitions, outlive their masters, long after their soul ascends. They remain as they were in the beginning, burning bright and true, for all eternity.

Dreams are rich bundles of human wisdom.