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The Green Wind frowned into his brambly beard. “All little girls are terrible,” he admitted finally, “but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat."
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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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Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything pulses to a beat laid down by the Big Bang. Everything feels the drumline of creation from star to sex to song.
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“I will keep it safe for you," Saturday whispered, barely brave enough to say it.
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I thought that for a long while, but you chose me, and then you chose him, and choosing is hard - one choice is never the end of the story.
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Flowers are always more serious than they appear.
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Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.
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Greta, Greta, he whispered, eyes shut in rapture, on thy breast I write my Edda, at thy feet I lay the keys of Niflheim, by thy leave alone, I live, and breathe, and die.
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No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings.
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"I do believe everyone in Fairyland-Below is royalty!" September exclaimed. "Queens and Princes and Vicereines and Emperors - it's like visiting Europe!
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That's just the first part. What others call you, you become. It's a terrible magic that everyone can do - so do it. Call yourself what you wish to become.
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But I’ve brought you to the snow, and the snow is the beginning and the end of everything, everyone knows that.
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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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They want only their private toys and candies, and will not share.
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No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back.
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Everything in creation is just a trick of the light - the only difference between heaven and hell is who's running those lights, who's got the switch, who knows the cues.
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Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.
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All things built with tax money are beautiful: so we must think or go mad.
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Anything is a poem if you say it often enough.
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No one cared who they'd been before, or even who they were now. Sometimes it felt like they lived at the bottom of the world. People at the bottom of the world mind their business, mostly.
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It is such hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, by the time you find it easy, it will be harder still to show it.
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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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No one is a cup for another to drink from
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"Remember this when you are queen," she breathed. "I told you my secrets."
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