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6be8f77
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First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
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october
magical
halloween
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Ray Bradbury |
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e010944
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"It's alright" said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. "You're not going mad or anything. I can see them too." "Can you?" said Harry desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her wide, silvery eyes. "Oh yes," said Luna, "I've been able to see them since my first year here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am." Smiling faintly, she climbed into the musty interior of the carriage after Ron. Not altogether reassured, Harry followed her."
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harry-potter
jk-rowling
magical
luna-lovegood
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J.K. Rowling |
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e61b9bc
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The way back will come but once. Be steadfast.
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lovely
medieval
magical
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Robert Jordan |
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20d5532
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As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more and more stars had gathered, obliterating the separateness of the Milky Way and filling up the whole sky. And far far away in that ocean of gold, stars were silently shooting and falling and finding their fates, among these billions and billions of merging golden lights. And curtain after curtain of gauze was quietly removed, and I saw stars behind stars behind stars, as in the magical Odeons of my youth. And I saw into the vast soft interior of the universe which was slowly and gently turning itself inside out. I went to sleep, and in my sleep I seemed to hear a sound of singing.
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universe
stars
milky-way
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
galaxy
descriptive
magical
description
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Iris Murdoch |
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d6db798
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"See that house with the Ivy on it? From that rooftop, what if you leapt onto the next rooftop, dashed over that blue & green wall, climbed and jumped up the pipe, ran across the roof and jumped to the next? You can, in animation.
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miyazaki
rooftop
magical
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Hayao Miyazaki |
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5467aca
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They were laughing and their hair was shining like leaves in moonlight, their limbs long as saplings. I thought, Girls are magical at this phase, girls are invincible, nothing can touch them. I didn't think 'us' because I didn't feel that; I felt other, on the outside, watching them.
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friends
otherness
other
outsider
magical
girls
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Francesca Lia Block |
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3f8737c
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I am, I must confess, an obsessive and superstitious letter-writer. When I am troubled I will write any long letter rather than make a telephone call. This is perhaps because I invest letters with magical power. To desiderate something in a letter is, I often irrationally feel, tantamount to bringing it about. A letter is a barrier, a reprieve, a charm against the world, an almost infallible method of acting at a distance. (And, it must be admitted, of passing the buck.) It is a way of bidding time to stop.
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writing
superstitious
obsessive
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
magical
letters
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Iris Murdoch |
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9fd2c05
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"If Molly had not been so entirely loyal to her friend, she might have thought this constant brilliancy a little tiresome when brought into every-day life; it was not the sunshiny rest of a placid lake, it was
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sadness
enriched
faking
lake
magical
mirrors
sunshine
well-written
sisters
loyalty
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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6a9948e
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Those magical fucks, when everything else falls away.
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magical
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Hanif Kureishi |
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e39a4f4
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She had never seen the Tree House at night. Vast and dark, lit with candles for the occasion, the rooms looked magical, the staircase a citadel, with its own strange inglenooks and deep dusty treads. In the fireplace, instead of wood, a great gong and mallet hung from a stand. The rooms were filled with couches and mismatched armchairs, and floor cushions, some with cats, and some without. Living ivy climbed to the ceiling and outlined every aperture. In the candlelight the ivy-framed bay window became a bower, the doorways passages to secret gardens.
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jess-bach
tree-house
magical
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Allegra Goodman |