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You can't say no if you don't have desires and opinions and wants of your own. You wouldn't even want to. No is the heart of thinking.
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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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No one is a cup for another to drink from
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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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Things I Will Try to Say More Often: Why? I love you. I’m sorry. May I have chocolate? Yes. yes. yes.
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But love is love, and love is compulsion. I must, and I do.
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There must be a way! I have begun a Quest! Quests do not simply end. You win or you lose; it is not just suddenly over.
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We like the wrong sorts of girls, they wrote. They are usually the ones worth writing about.
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Love is what grown folk do to each other because the law frowns on killing.
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The Heart of Fairyland is a story
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It's a secret and if you tell a secret the secret comes alive and can never be kept safe at home again.
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Truly, Mallow yearned to know everything. Curiosity was part of her, like her short blond hair and bitten fingernails.
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Things that begin and end in grief: marriage, harvest, childbirth. Journeys away from home. Journeys toward home. Surgeries. Love. Weeping.
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Autumn has a hungry heart - September is the beginning of death.
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Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
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It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.
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We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.
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Everything in the world is a boxing match in your heart, between Boldness and Not-Boldness. You let them holler inside you and wallop each other with Arguments For and Against. Then you end by betting on one or the other and that’s how things get decided.
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You took on a Quest, which is a thing only men - and exceedingly stupid men, usually - do.
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Remember, pain is not a test. Knowledge is not enough.
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The war is always going badly.
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“Is it really a cage if it’s the size of the world?” “Yes,” said Emily, Charlotte, and Anne together, rather more loudly than any of them expected.
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Honesty is such a nasty habit, dear. Like biting your nails.
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A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know, Its blood, which is its history.
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