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She long ago learned that if she waited and blinked and behaved like a pupil, eventually someone would lecture her on something.
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These words were small and they only meant what they said, not how they felt before he said them. He nearly wept with the frustration of it.
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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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You can be innocent again. It's not true, what they say, that you can never get it back. You can. It's only that most folk cannot be bothered.
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The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces - those, I think, are the sensations of grief.
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He does everything a Marshal does but twice as hard, twice as dirty, and without the soft and cushioning arms of the government to wipe his tears.
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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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It tasted like a shade of white near blue; it tasted like the idea of pearls; it tasted like a memory nearly grasped but lost at the last moment.
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No, love, in real life you can get all the way to death and never have finished one single story.
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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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A stepmother is like a bullet you can't dig out. She fires true and she fires hot and she fires so quick that her metal hits your body before you even know there's a fight on.
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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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Be nice to Fairyland. She is old and tender of heart and when her feelings are hurt, she cries volcanoes.
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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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You know how we can be about things which sparkle and shine. We imagine they will put back something of what has been lost.
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You are a Witch. I am a Prince. In all the books, where there is a Witch and a Prince there is a way.
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"Remember this when you are queen," she breathed. "I told you my secrets."
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It's not nihilism is there's really no point to anything.
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They want only their private toys and candies, and will not share.
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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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Oh, aren't you just the rottenest wet blanket whoever spoiled a sport.
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... for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.
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One doesn’t behave at all the same way to a grandfather as to a bosom friend, to a professor as to a curious niece.
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What happens to the West happens to Snow White, which is to say they both turn into jokes.
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