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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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No, love, in real life you can get all the way to death and never have finished one single story.
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The nearness of him crushed her, like being held by the sun.
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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 indeed, as night drew on the sky like a bodice, lacing it with the last beams of sunlight
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Temperament, you'll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat.
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I've come to think you only get so much bravery in one lifetime and if you spend it too soon, you're all out of fuck it all to hell by the time you really need it.
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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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There is no better teacher of rough necessity than bad luck, and you will have great use of me, I promise.
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Men die. It's practically what they're for.
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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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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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... for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.
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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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Patience is always the last ingredient in any spell, the last part in any machine, what ever your original blue prints say.
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I chose you," he said simply. "All of the fish of me turned toward you at once.
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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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Sometimes I worry. Worrying is defined as obsessive examination of one’s own code.
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We are halves, but we make an infinite whole.
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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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Bran felt terribly sorry for his sisters, but it was hardly his fault that the world was so determined to make girls suffer a great deal more than boys. He hadn’t built the world. It had nothing to do with him.
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Snow White swallows that like a sword. She lets the hammer click back into place. Everything in her that's not nailed down is shaking loose.
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Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. “I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears.
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[...] She started disappearing as soon as she was born. Just to get away from you.
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