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The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
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This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.
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Endings are rubbish. No such thing. Never has been, never will be. There is only the place where you choose to stop talking. Everything else goes on forever.
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Anything is a poem if you say it often enough.
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We’ve made too many movies, you and I. Or too few. Always too few. Too many to have any meaning, too few to say what we meant.
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No one’s good just from being born any place
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It is not so easy to always remember who you are.
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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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Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.
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Everyone is a criminal! We are beset on all sides by antirevolutionary forces. Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught.
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“I can never remember my dreams," said the shadow of the Marquess quietly. "You must have had rich, tasty ones then. When you can't remember a dream, it's because a Baku ate it.
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But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt.
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A basic moral imperative is in play here. If you can protect a child, you must.
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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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Still life is boring. Never stand still! Jumping bean life!
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Where there's a labyrinth, there's a minotaur, and vice versa! I can't imagine a decent maze that would be caught dead without a minotaur.
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Opium ain’t got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today. Snow
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This is my heart - carry it with you. I will dream of you in the dark, and you will taste it in my tea, and feel it in my shoes.
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... for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.
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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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Do you know, Masha, how revelation comes? Like death. So sudden, though you knew all along it must occur. A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
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Rules are for those who can't think of a better way.
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Luck is a finite and rare substance in the universe, like palladium or cobalt. To use it, you have to take it from somebody else.
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When little ones say they want to go home, they almost never mean it. They mean they are tired of this particular game and would like to start another.