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It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.
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“Brother," he wept, "my heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it." "Tscha!" said the Tsar of Birds. "Life is like that.”
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But I am a sly and wicked narrator. If there is a secret to be plumbed for your benefit, Dear Reader, I shall strap on a head-lamp and a pick-ax and have at it.
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"You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".
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You take sides if your smart. Offer up your loyalty cause it's all you've got to trade. Trouble is, most times, when you're looking to sell your soul, nobody's buying. - Radiance
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Perhaps, if you take a long enough view, we are all stronger than our goblins.
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I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
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I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone you do not make them tell war stories.
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[...] She started disappearing as soon as she was born. Just to get away from you.
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People are clocks who think they wind themselves.
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Falling in love is embarrassing. It is not hardcore. It is not part of the scene.
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... for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.
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What matters is entertainment. Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit. The dead fear boredom the way mortals fear death.
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No one’s good just from being born any place
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That's your first hint that something's alive. It says no.
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He’ll never be good if he can’t choose to be nasty. It’s the choice that makes the good.
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Shadows are where magic comes from. Your dark and dancing self, slipping behind and ahead and around, never quite looking at the sun.
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It's Latin, which is an excellent language for mischief-making, which is why governments are so fond of it.
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No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings.
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September shut her eyes several times and opened them again, just to be sure, just to be certain she was back in Fairyland, that she wasn’t simply knocked silly by her fall.
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That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory.
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She did not want to read this book from start to finish, or rather, she thought perhaps it did not want her to. Instead she practiced the art of bibliomancy, trusting the book to show her what it wanted her to know.
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When the world loses its fucking mind and turns on you like a stupid feral cat you thought was tame, it happens. Everyone does the long, woozy whistle, and keel over.
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A clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever.