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Calpurnia squinted through her goggles and thought to herself, That is a Key. Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.
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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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Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.
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A tale may have exactly three beginnings: one for the audience, one for the artist, and one for the poor bastard who has to live in it.
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The Glasshobs built it to keep an eye on the stars, who have a tendency to run off on adventures and forget about how much we down-below folks need to navigate and cast horoscopes and meet lovers on balconies.
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Everything good in the world has feathers and wings and claws.
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Horses, in secret, love hats more than any other creature. It is a horse’s tragedy that they can never properly wear one.
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People are clocks who think they wind themselves.
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It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.
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In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you
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Funniest thing about love, how it shakes loose when no one's looking. How the dark helps it along. Maybe that's why we dug caves so much, way back when.
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No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings.
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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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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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God is a random event, a nexus of pain and pleasure and making and breaking.
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"The Heart of Fairyland is a story," she said, and she felt so warm and light and full of rightness of it that she thought she might faint.
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We are a Body of contradiction, flesh-full and fleshless.
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Morality is more dependent on the state of one's stomach than of one's nation.
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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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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.
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It was on the to-do list, but you know to-do lists. They get longer and longer until you might as well just carve the last items on your tombstone. Do the dishes.
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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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Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?
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That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.