Books.

I want to work in a magical toy store, wearing a colorful apron with big spots of felt, my fingers always covered with crayola marker stains, my eyes constantly wide with wonder and amazement. I don't ever want to get used to how magical it will be. I want to be continually awestruck by everything that could exist, if only someone took the time to imagine it.

Because there's nothing we can imagine that hasn't been invented yet. Somewhere, in some place, it's been invented. All we have to do is imagine it; and it will come to us.

Don't you think?