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...Take this all of you and eat it. This is my body which will be given up for you...Old words; old rituals. But they still made sound commercial sense.Talk of Power and Might would always attract an audience. Lords never went out of fashion.
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What can be imagined--need never be lost.
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It was absurd and frustrating, to feel so much and know so little.
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Among their members were some of the wealthiest individuals in the world; between them, fortunes sufficient to trade in nations. None of the seven had a name that would have meant anything to the hoi polloi-they were, like the truly mighty, anonymously great.
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As to the remnants of his army-those Seerkind who’d embraced the Prophet’s visions-they’d been the authors of their own punishment, waking from their evangelical nightmare to find it had destroyed all they held dear.
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True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.
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'Don’t worry,' he told her.'Me?' she said. 'I never worry. It’s all going to end badly whether I worry or not.'
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She told him she made a rule of never marrying bankers. The next day he sent flowers, and a note saying that he’d relinquished his profession.
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'Don’t be sentimental,' he chided. 'Memories aren’t enough.'It was fruitless to argue the niceties of that: he was telling her that he was in pain; he didn’t want platitudes or metaphysics.
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Life and wisdom. What more could anybody ask?
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Non-fiction contains facts, fiction contains truth.
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