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When I was a kid, I just read and read. We were lucky enough to have gone to England and had a whole bunch of Penguin Puffins books, like by Noel Langley, which is hilarious. I would love to be able to write a book like that, but I don't know that I have a humorous bone in my body when it comes to writing. by A.A. Milne. I read a lot of old, old fantasy stuff. The Carbonelbooks by Barbara Sleigh. Then when I got a little older I loved Z..
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My fist flew forward. "Nicely done!" said Eldric, although it had glanced off of his palm like a pebble. "Why aren't you begging for mercy?" "I make a point never to do so," said Eldric. It puts one at a disadvantage." --
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Remember: You're the girl with nothing below the surface. Scratch it and what do you find? More surface.
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How many bones did he set?" I cared about it much less than they did. It's my Florence Nightingale calm, I suppose. There was a pause. "Twenty-seven," said Father. There was a question mark in that pause. "How many bones are in the hand?" Another pause. "Twenty-seven," said Eldric."
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Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.
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Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.
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Skipping meals is terrifically convenient: It gives one lots of time to brood and hate oneself.
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I've been thinking," said the Eldric image. "Ooh, thinking!" I said. "Shall I tell your father?" "Very funny," said Eldric, but he was laughing."
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That girl was gone; wolfgirl had returned. Wolfgirl, who was leaf dance and moon claw and tooth gleam. When Jupiter sizzled the air with lightning bolts, she caught them on the fly. "Nice throw, Jupiter!" "Nice catch, wolfgirl!" Her mouth was a cavern of stars."
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Excellent fistibus," said Eldric, but he wasn't done with my hand. He inspected my left palm, the pucker of scars. "There's no fortune to be read in that palm," I said, but of course he wanted to know about it; of course he'd been dying to ask since we first met. "Do you want the version of the story in which I'm a hero, or do you want the true version?"
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And then it occurred to him to wonder whether you actually knew what a seduction involves. The details, I mean. I spread my wicked left hand over my face, but surely slices of crimson tide showed between my fingers. "You're right," I said. "That you're sorry?" "That I'm sorry." "What shall I tell your father?" said Eldric. "Don't tell him anything!" "You teased it out of me," said Eldric."You ought to answer. It has your fatehr worried, ac..
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I knew then the taste of true fear. It tastes of dark places deep in your stomach and holds you by the neck.
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My writer friends and I talk about the kinds of writers we are and some of us are plungers and some of us are plotters. I happen to be a plunger. I have an idea; usually I start out with the idea for the complication. For example, in
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I love you. I believe it. I believe I am lovable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
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The first meeting of the Fraternitus Bad-Boyificus was also to be my first fighting lesson. I made a fist and showed it to Eldric. "Fistibus Briony." I shook my fist. "Eldric terrorificorumest?" "Terrific? I'm terrific!" "Not terrific!" I said. "Quite the opposite. Listen carefully: terrorificorum." "Hmm," said Eldric. "Grant me patience, O Jupiter Magnificum!" "Not terrified!" shouted Eldric at last. "never terrified of Briony's fistibus!..
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you can't get at a memory as you might get at a splinter. You can't poke about in your mind with a sterilized needle
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When you're jealous, your spit turns to acid. When you're jealous, you eat yourself from the inside out
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When you hate yourself, you don't neglect your responsibilities. When you hate yourself, you never forget what you did
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Never punch from the elbow." "Of course not," I said. "Only a stupidibus would fight like that." Guess what? I can punch as well as make people laugh." --
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Storybook events come in threes. So, it seems, does Hell.
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I adore complaining-- it calms the nerves
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Truth is irrelevant to the treading out of brain paths.
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Death had no lips, but it was smiling.
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I think about the Old Ones, that they have a past but no history. I think about the inevitability of death, and whether it's not that very inevitability that inspires us to take photographs and make scrapbooks and tell stories. That that's how we humans find our way to immortality. This is not a new thought; I've had such thoughts before. But I have a new thought now. That that's how we find our way toward meaning. Meaning. If you're going ..
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truth is entirely irrelevant to the treading out of brain path
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That's what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it's all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You'll end up with a lunatic scribble. But
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Wine and bread. This has always seemed rather ghoulish to me, as though one were smearing the threshold with Puree of Christ. "Thank"
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