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32ec78d
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Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?
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a-song-of-ice-and-fire
curiosity
george-r-r-martin
tyrion-lannister
wall
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George R.R. Martin |
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8c95dbb
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Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.
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honesty
strength
wall
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Jodi Picoult |
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da82ebc
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There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall. Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.
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wall
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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f3a4845
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Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.
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humor
stannis-baratheon
wall
wildlings
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George R.R. Martin |
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a75b910
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The terrible shock of his sentence had in some way broken that wall which separates us from the mystery of things beyond and which we call life.
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wall
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Victor Hugo |
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d7bd4e9
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There was a red button on the wall labelled EMERGENCY, but no button labelled BEWILDERMENT.
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emergency
red-button
wall
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Michel Faber |
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41ec6b0
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Beyond all of that, I could see the wall I had seen from inside the train, the wall that runs along the train line. I assumed that there, behind it, was the west, and I was right. I could have been wrong, but I was right.' If she had any future it was over there, and she needed to get to it. I sit in the chair exploring the meaning of dumbstruck, rolling the word around in my mind. I laugh with Miriam as she laughs at herself, and at the boldness of being sixteen. At sixteen you are invulnerable. I laugh with her about rummaging around for a ladder in other people's sheds, and I laugh harder when she finds one. We laugh at the improbability of it, of someone barely more than a child poking around in Beatrix Potter's garden by the Wall, watching out for Mr McGregor and his blunderbuss, and looking for a step-ladder to scale one of the most fortified barriers on earth. We both like the girl she was, and I like the woman she has become. She says suddenly, 'I still have the scars on my hands from climbing the barbed wire, but you can't see them so well now.' She holds out her hands. The soft parts of her palms are crazed with definite white scares, each about a centimeter long. The first fence was wire mesh with a roll of barbed wire along the top.
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belief
berlin-wall
captive
courage
dark-humor
escape
escape-attempt
fence
freedom
gdr
scars
self-belief
teenager
wall
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Anna Funder |
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7df0e67
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I lost something after Hailey died. I'm not sure what to call it, but it's the device that stops ypu from telling the truth when people ask you how you're doing, that vital valve that keeps you deeper, truer emotions under lock and key. I don't know exactly when I lost it, or how to get it back, but for now when it comes to tact, civility, and discretion, I'm an accident waiting to happen, over and over again. Socially, that makes me something of a liability.
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death
fear
protectiveness
wall
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Jonathan Tropper |
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e1939a3
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I'll send Ria to you. Save you sneaking up the wall.
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simon
wall
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Nalini Singh |
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004b33d
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Isaiah lets go of my hand and in a blur, pushes my back against a cold brick wall. His body becomes a hot, thick blanket over mine. The fine hair on my neck stands on end and my eyes close at the sensation of his warm breath on the skin behind my ear. I'm absolutely terrified, but at the same time my body tingles with a weird anticipation.
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intimate
isaiah
rachel-young
wall
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Katie McGarry |
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044e578
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The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal.
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bird
despised
ever
field
heart
home
man
prepares
pretend
reeks
run
shield
shit
turn
unreal
wall
wing
world
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Bernard Cornwell |