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They were all very young, really, too young for all they had seen, but too old not to have seen it.
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But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.
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"All money is imaginary," answered the Calcatrix simply. "Money is magic everyone agrees to pretend is not magic.
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Monsters, you know, cannot appreciate the niceties of commandments carved in stone.
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Draw the world the way you want it. Draw it and it will be.
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There's no fun in arguing if you never get shown up. Who plays a game it there's no chance they'll lose? I do so crave to be proven wrong,. It is as sweet as proving yourself right, when done properly.
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We were just holes, after all, holes filled up with light, and deep in our secret hearts we worried that we were an accident
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Just remember that the only question in a house is who is to rule. The rest is only dancing around that, trying not to look it in the eye.
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This is how you learn to see: You put together a crew. No one can see a damn thing clearly with only two eyes.
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You can’t kiss a girl into anything.
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I’ve always found chess to be a bit too much like real life to provide much enjoyment as a game.
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Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.
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All things are strange which are worth knowing.
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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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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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The thing I hate about being dead is you can’t move on. I was in love with him when I died, so I’ll be in love with him till the sun burns out.
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You are not the chosen one, September. Fairyland did not choose you – you chose yourself.
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She's an old woman possessed of great powers - but aren't all old women possessed of great powers? Occupational hazard, I think.
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You always trade blood for joy. It’s always a deal struck in the wet and the dark. Al didn’t make the rules. He just dances to the song that’s playing.
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I'm lonely, whispered Doctor Callow. Don't be. There's a million worlds to play with.
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I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.
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Bran felt terribly sorry for his sisters, but it was hardly his fault that the world was so determined to make girls suffer a great deal more than boys. He hadn’t built the world. It had nothing to do with him.
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But you’ve just never had better coffee than the fair-trade organic late-harvest darkest of dark roasts at a Voorpret espresso bar. And you don’t nuke that sort of thing from orbit. It’s just so hard to find a good cappuccino when you’re traveling.
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A tongue is very like a gun, which is why they nearly rhyme. Both can be fired to devastating effect, for good or evil, and both can explode in your hands, wounding your comrades instead of your enemies.