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True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.
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What the enemy believed of you was probably true, or else why were you enemies in the first place?
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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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'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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What can be imagined--need never be lost.
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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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'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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It was absurd and frustrating, to feel so much and know so little.