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Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?' 'Hmm . . . What do you think, Harry?' said Luna, looking thoughtful. 'What? Isn't there just a password?' 'Oh no, you've got to answer a question,' said Luna. 'What if you get it wrong?' 'Well, you have to wait for somebody who gets it right,' said Luna. 'That way you learn, you see?' 'Yeah . . . Trouble is, we can't really afford to wait for anyone else, Luna.' 'No, I see what you mean,' said Luna seriously. 'Well then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.' 'Well reasoned,' said the voice, and the door swung open.
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flame
luna-lovegood
phoenix
ravenclaw
riddles
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J.K. Rowling |
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There was a silly damn bird called a phoenix back before Christ, every few hundred years he built a pyre and burnt himself up. He must have been the first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again. And it looks like we're doing the same thing, over and over, but we're got on damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, someday we'll stop making the goddamn funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember every generation.
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bird
montag
phoenix
pyre
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Ray Bradbury |
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153bf1c
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Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.
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ashes
phoenix
reborn
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J.K. Rowling |
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1a7c393
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Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.
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brides
brightness
happiness
imagery
jewels
joy
light
metaphors
phoenix
radiance
stars
sun
wedding
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John Donne |
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dcafc8a
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The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn't know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.
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crazy
crazy-people
phoenix
stupid
stupid-people
stupidity
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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f790de6
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Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It's like stealing something valuable they don't even know they own.
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chuck-palahniuk
phoenix
photograph
stealing
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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e8d7a72
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Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty.
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darkness
light
phoenix
song
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J.K. Rowling |
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be6d637
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The whole flock is helping to raise her, with Total insisting on French lessons and Nudge making sure she doesn't look like a cave girl (even though we pretty much live in caves). But it's only Fang who spends as much time with her as I do, Fang who patiently teaches the fascinating facts his photographic brain remembers from all those fat books I shunned in school. Fang, because he's her father.
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fang
phoenix
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James Patterson |
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b4d2d3f
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New York City is a phoenix rising from the ashes.
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new-york
new-york-city
phoenix
phoenix-rising
sad
september-11-attacks
terrorism
world-trade-center
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Rebecca McNutt |
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900fe8d
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My father liked to wonder aloud whether the phoenix was re-created by the fire of its funeral pyre or transformed so that what emerged was a soulless shadow of its former being, identical in appearance but without the joy in life its predecessor had had. He wondered alternatively whether the fire might be purificatory, a redemptive, rejuvenating blaze that destroyed the withered shell of the old phoenix and allowed the creature's essence to emerge stronger than it was before in a young, new body. Or, he would ask, was the fire a manifestation of entropy, slowly sapping the life-energy of the phoenix over the eons, a little death in a life that could know no beginning and no end but which could nonetheless be subject to an ever-decreasing magnitude? He asked me once if I thought the fires in our lives, the traumas, increased our fulfillment by setting up contrasts that illuminated more clearly our everyday joys; or perhaps I viewed them instead as tests that made us stronger by teaching us to endure; or did I believe, rather, that they simply amplified what we already were, in the end making the strong stronger, the weak weaker, and the dangerous deadly?
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phoenix
rebirth
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Mohsin Hamid |