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I can't stop," the shark rasped. "If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when I get where I'm going, I'll have to keep on. That's living.
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It takes energy for new roads to diverge in new woods, and no energy is spent with complete efficiency, without waste. Where wood has burned, there will be ash. The waste product of the constantly dividing multiverse is a fine, drifting mist of regret, and no wormhole has ever starved.
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Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.
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She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.
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In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake and eat only what you can stomach.
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This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.
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Sometimes I worry. Worrying is defined as obsessive examination of one’s own code.
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I was happy, the sun was high. I had enough.
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If she was in a teaching mood she wasn't in a hitting mood. Like sneezing and keeping your eyes open, Mrs. H couldn't do both at once.
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Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?
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And indeed, as night drew on the sky like a bodice, lacing it with the last beams of sunlight
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I know real dirt looks nothing like this. Nothing like soft blood flecked with black bone.
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She’s an Italian flag in occupied territory, and I fall for her like Paris.
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They want only their private toys and candies, and will not share.
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After so long keeping to herself and tending her secret quietly, all these words just bubbled up out of her her like cool golden champagne.
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The Sirens flicked their wings at the wall, inscribing it with their own blue ink: Even in penance is beauty; blessed are all the ocean’s drowned!
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And the heart of Ivan Nikolayevich broke inside the body of Marya Morevna, and the pieces of him lodged deep in her bones, and through the window, the stars watched.
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Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.
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If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
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I’ll put this in words you can understand: humans are hideous, pain-guzzling, pollution-spouting space monsters who might threaten our way of life.
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I thought that for a long while, but you chose me, and then you chose him, and choosing is hard - one choice is never the end of the story.
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Everything in creation is just a trick of the light - the only difference between heaven and hell is who's running those lights, who's got the switch, who knows the cues.
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But luck withered by conservative, tired, riskless living can be plumped up again - after all, it was only a bit thirsty for something to do.
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"I do believe everyone in Fairyland-Below is royalty!" September exclaimed. "Queens and Princes and Vicereines and Emperors - it's like visiting Europe!
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