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For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...
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bradbury
dead
destroyed
dust
fahrinheit
jackets
knowledge
many
more
nothing
pages
person
ray
so
to
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Ray Bradbury |
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There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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dust
fear
shadows
waste-land
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T.S. Eliot |
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Is Dust immortal then, I ask'd him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is Dust, Master Pyne? And he reflected a little: It is particles of Matter, no doubt. Then we are all Dust indeed, are we not? And in a feigned Voice he murmered, For Dust thou art and shalt to Dust return. Then he made a Sour face, but only yo laugh the more.
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dust
history
london
time
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Peter Ackroyd |
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Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. Man the sum of his climatic experiences Father said. Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.
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dust
human-life
man
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William Faulkner |
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...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.
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clutter
dust
order
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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It was immediately clear that the book had been undisturbed for a very long time, perhaps even since it had been laid to rest. The librarian fetched a checked duster, and wiped away the dust, a black, thick, tenacious Victorian dust, a dust composed of smoke and fog particles accumulated before the Clean Air acts.
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books
dust
librarians
library
library-books
london
pollution
victorian
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A.S. Byatt |
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I already texted Pigpen and Dust and they're heading with us.
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dust
pigpen
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Katie McGarry |
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Darling, no one would ever dream of performing an operation on a child without testing it first. And no one in a thousand years would take a child's daemon away altogether! All that happens is a little cut, and then everything's peaceful. Forever! You see, your daemon's a wonderful friend and com panion when you're young, but at the age we call puberty, the age you're coming to very soon, darling, daemons bring all sort of troublesome thoughts and feelings, and that's what lets Dust in. A quick little operation before that, and you're never troubled again. And your daemon stays with you, only...just not connected. Like a... like a wonderful pet, if you like. The best pet in the world! Wouldn't you like that? (Marisa Coulter)
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daemon
dust
grief
loneliness
miss-coulter
sadness
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Philip Pullman |
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Two motorcycles rumble in behind me and park in open spots. It's Pigpen and Dust. They're part of the volunteers tailing me and Violet until we're safe.
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dust
pigpen
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Katie McGarry |
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This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black curtain.
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despair
dust
emptiness
nothing
space
weakness
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Gustave Flaubert |