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It's a law, a law of the universe. Like gravity or stupidity or how a minor chord always sounds sad.
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Because the opposite of fascism isn't anarchy, it's theater. When the world is fucked, you go to the theater, you go to the shine, and when the bad men come, all there is left to do is sing them down.
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That’s the only way to look at things, I always say,” propounded the Duke. “Slantways, sideways, and upside down.”
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The smell of loving is a difficult one to describe, but if you think of the times when someone has held you close and made you safe, you will remember how it smells just as well as I do.
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Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.
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Tamburlaine's house seemed more a place where books kept their people than where people kept their books.
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He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junk blossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle through thorny vines, veins of clotted pink juice.
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She had a highly developed sense of humor which in some lights looked a bit like a sense of justice.
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If enough lost things band together, even in the darkest depths, they aren’t really lost at all anymore.
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The day of the worst thing in the world was long and hot and bright, packed so full of summer autumn seeped out through the stitches.
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Let us say I am something like a witch, and something like a jester, and something like a mother.
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We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive. This is Russia and it is 1952. What else would you call hell?
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Do you know what a thirteen-year-old girl can do when she is alone and frightened and believes she is right?
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Dreams keep the heart alive.
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A house, a carriage, a balloon, a ship, a racing stallionocerosupine! Is that a thing? It sounds like it ought to be, so let’s say it is!
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I look at you, Masha, and it is like drinking cold water. I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
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I don't know why you would even bring up the Internet. The xeno-intelligence officer responsible for evaluating your digital communication required invasive emergency therapy after an hour's exposure.
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Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.
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I want to skip this part. I want to pull on the arm of my slot machine and let the rolls flip over until they show a green tree in the summertime, and me away from that house, walking tall under a blue sky.
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He looked so sorry and miserable as he pushed me out the door. It stung. It always stings when there's this whole story going on and you're really just a B-plot walk-on who only got a look at three pages of the script.
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The opposite of Calypso is apocalypse.
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Time is communal, Marya Morevna, the most purely communal of all commodities. It belongs to us all equally.
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I am sustained by Being Necessary.
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How poor you are, September. You make my heart groan. I know about Homesickness. It begins with H. What will you do?
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