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But cheating has always been the purview of fairies, and as we are about to enter their domain, we ought to act in accordance with local customs.
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Old things have strange hungers.
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The ghosts will eat everything because the bellies of ghosts want the whole world, just to fill one tiny corner.
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Sell your soul and half your shoes for a glass of gin.
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Draw the world the way you want it. Draw it and it will be.
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His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Breaking things heals a great many hurts. This is why children do it so often.
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A clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever.
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When I grew a little older, and had suitors, I demanded from them rings from the bottom of the sea, or a sword from the depths of the desert, or a golden bough and a thick golden fleece, too, before I allowed even one kiss.
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You can't fix a bad man like a bad staircase.
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Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, light of my moony sky.
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How I adore you, Marya. How well I chose. Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
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A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.
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Just you wait. Papa Koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse and he's got bells on his boots and a ring in his poket and he knows your name, Marya Morevna.
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Don't worry, my little lump of rock. Everybody gets a chance to choose. Or else where would irony come from?
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But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
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Wouldn't you like to have comrades?' But she would not like that. She wanted only to rest and to read her old, rain-swollen books, turning the pages carefully, so carefully.
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But the Tsar of Death and the Tsar of Life greatly feared one another, for Death is surrounded by souls, and is never lonely, and the Tsar of Life had hidden his death away in a place deeper than secrets, and more secret than depth.
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Wife sounded like something exciting, something daring, something a bit scoundrelly, like pirate or bandit. And they were bandits, of course.
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I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.
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Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.
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The colours of the glass throw blue and green onto her wet cheeks. The sea wind picks up her hair violet electrics snap and sparkle between the strands.
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I am the plague which will burn through the marrow of the Anointed City.
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But old women faced certain dangers in Fairyland, such as breaking a hip while riding a wild velocipede, or having everyone do what you say just because you had wrinkles.
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