Besides the alternate universe offered by a book, the quiet space of a museum was my favorite place to go. My mom said I was an escapist at heart . . . that I preferred imaginary worlds to the real one. It’s true that I’ve always been able to yank myself out of this world and plunge myself into another.

And so we keep on thinking, because the next thought might be the answer.

Imagination is a sacred place.

The power of imagination is a miracle.