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“Time isn’t precious, Penelope. You are. As long as you remember that, you’re sure to use it wisely.”

“How is this possible?"
"It's not,"
"It's not?"
"Of course not! Nothing we do here is possible."
"Then what is it?"
"Impossible!" answered the woman, clapping her hands together in delight.

Can someone translate it to me, please 😆

“Don’t tell me you only believe in what you see! How do you get through life like that?”

“The tiny pellets exploded in Penelope's mouth, filling it with a sticky, puffy substance. The pellets grew to five times their original size. Then ten times. Then twenty.
"You're eating mushmellows," explained Dill. "A cross between mushrooms and marshmallows. I invented them as rations for long trips. But you really should eat them one at a time."

“One day a stranger came… carried nothing with him except a mysteriously black book and a gold pocket watch. His name was Chronos…”
He had “twenty-four rooms, one for each hour in the day. The rooms were dark and windowless and filled with ticking clocks.”

Moodling is daydreaming, letting your mind wander, losing track of time, and, in the most severe cases" - here he mouthed the words "doing nothing."

"Those mushrooms are very sensitive! They only grow under the most delicate conditions. You can't go around poking them!"
"I'm sorry,' explained Penelope. "I didn't mean to hurt them."
Dill's eyes softened. "All right, then. They are hard to resist. They're awfully springy. Bouncy. Downright squishy."