Brandon Mull Quotes
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Hard to call it a party without sardines.
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Seth had promised the demon he would heal him. Graulas had no other hope for aid. He might have lived an evil life, but the demon had helped Seth multiple times. Seth fingered the Translocator. Could this be a bad move? What if Graulas turned on him? Of course, even in his weakened state, the demon could have killed Seth upon any of his previous visits. If Seth healed him, Graulas would probably be more grateful than ever. Maybe the cunning demon could suggest strategies to stop the Sphinx, or provide insight about Nagi Luna. After a dusting from the Sands of Sanctity, the demon would still be old and dying, but curing the disease would reduce the pain and maybe buy Graulas a little extra time. And Seth would keep the Translocator handy. If all else failed, he could always teleport away.
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Causes have a way of tainting your reason until a person takes much bigger risks than sanity would otherwise allow.
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Everybody is busy trying to pretend boys and girls are exactly the same nowadays, but that isn’t how I see it. If it makes you feel better, I’ll share everything I know with.
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Most pleasures are best as a seasoning, not the main course.
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Who is the coolest author ever? Is it the guy who wrote Fablehaven? If not, what’s the matter with you?
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I find it a challenge to respect capable people who care only for their own interests.
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Faith isn't knowledge, Rachel. Faith is a tool. Faith keeps us going until we get the knowledge. Faith keeps us striving until we reach the consequences of our most important decisions.
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The fate of the world in the balance. A hurricane of enemies swirling around us. It’s almost enough to make a guy feel alive again.
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No matter how hard I try, there's a cynical corner of my mind where everything is an act. People are game pieces. Information is currency.
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I will not know that day has come because I will not stop trying.
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I was vanquished by a deer!' A giant magical flying deer with fangs,' Seth said, parroting a description Gavin had shared earlier. That sounds a little better,' Warren conceded. 'Seth is in charge of my tombstone.
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If you are a nice person and you are a writer, that's two strikes against you.
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She refused to think of Neil, brave and quiet, whose reward for a heroic rescue was to be slowly devoured by strange cave balloons.
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Please," Kendra said. "Think of all the lives that will be destroyed." "I have," Mark said. "Believe me, darling, I grasp all aspects of this, I really do. But how much has the public I'm protecting worried about me? My sanity, my happiness, my right to find peace?" "They made no promises," Bracken said. "They are not preventing the end of the world. Those who know about your sacrifice appreciate you immeasurably. Your life may not be fair, but it is absolutely necessary.
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An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.
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Meaning and purpose of life hinged on what he chose to love and who he chose to become, the answer became clear. His heart already knew he should.
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Not kill us," Pigeon corrected. "She was mainly just trying to turn us into mindless slaves.
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What'll you do if you can't find a way to cure him?" Seth asked. Dale paused. "I'll never know that day has come, because I'll never stop trying.
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The wordless song had the power of an operatic aria mingled with the sweetness of a lullaby. It was longing, beckoning, hopeful and heartbreaking.
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Any simpleton can speak with confidence. Sometimes the greatest fools have the most bravado.
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In his first communication, which arrived via homing canister, Hank told me that if we acquired the Translocator, he had a way to smuggle us in. The day I learned you had recovered the Translocator, I sent word to Hank, journeyed to a predetermined location in Istanbul, and found a dwarf awaiting me.
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The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
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The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious".