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I have not been in Fairyland nearly long enough to start crying, September thought, then bit her tongue savagely.
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In my experience, folk find it nigh on impossible to call a thing what it is.
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Folk are just folk, wherever you go, and it's only a nasty sort of person who thinks a body's a devil just because they come from another country and have different notions
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Mary's smile is a spotlight - whomever it lands upon becomes brighter, becomes more real. It lands upon us.
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I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
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Because the opposite of fascism isn't anarchy, it's theater.
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The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.
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That's your first hint that something's alive. It says no.
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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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Things that are unsightly: birthmarks, infidelity, strangers in one's kitchen. Too much sunlight. Stitches. Missing teeth. Overlong guests.
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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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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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Doors opened at seven, the show started at eight. In pubs and clubs and house parties across the galaxy, the viewers at home were drunk by six.
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You can't fix a bad man like a bad staircase.
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A heart can learn ever so many tricks, and what sort of beast it becomes depends greatly upon whether it has been taught to sit up or to lie down, to speak or to beg, to roll over or to sound alarms, to guard or to attack, to find or to stay
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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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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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Love is what grown folk do to each other because the law frowns on killing.
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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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[...] She started disappearing as soon as she was born. Just to get away from you.
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Falling in love is embarrassing. It is not hardcore. It is not part of the scene.
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Storytelling can save you. Both the telling and the listening.
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Life is like that. Death sweeps it away. That's what death is for. That's why they keep telling this story. It's the only story.
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... for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.