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I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he's chained underground, awaiting Last Times and stinking of mead.
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fenris
loki
children
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Joanne Harris |
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Even the damned can dream - infact, it's part of their torment. To escape, even for a second or two, to forget reality and drift, only to be yanked back into the waking world like a fish caught on a line... Yes. In some ways that's even worse than to have no relief at all. That second of two, on awakening, when anything still seems possible
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Joanne Harris |
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But if you could travel back through Time, and find yourself as you used to be, wouldn't you try, just once at least, to give her some kind of warning? Wouldn't you want to make things right?
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Joanne Harris |
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Polite contempt. The barbed and poisonous weapon of the righteous.
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Joanne Harris |
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That's how religions and histories make their way into the world, not through battles and conquests, but through poems and kennings and songs, passed through generations and written down by scholars and scribes. . . . After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith, start a war, change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster, topple walls, scale mountains--Hey, a story can ..
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There's something very comforting about the ritual of jam-making. It speaks of cellars filled with preserves; of neat rows of jars on pantry shelves. It speaks of winter mornings and bowls of , with thick slices of good fresh bread and last year's peach jam, like a promise of sunshine at the darkest point of the year. It speaks of four stone walls, a roof, and of seasons that turn in the same place, in the same way, year after year, with s..
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Joanne Harris |
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A named thing is a tamed thing.
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tamed
power
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Joanne Harris |
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Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.
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Joanne Harris |
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The air is hot and rich with the scent of chocolate. Quite unlike the white powdery chocolate I knew as a boy, this has a throaty richness like the perfumed beans from the coffee stall on the market, a redolence of amaretto and tiramisu, a smoky, burned flavor that enters my mouth somehow and makes it water. There is a silver jug of the stuff on the counter, from which a vapor rises. I recall that I have not breakfasted this morning.
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Joanne Harris |
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When the going gets tough, choose your cliche.
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Joanne Harris |
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Not that a promise means much to a demon - or a god.
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Joanne Harris |
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No one looks at us. We might as well be invisible; or clothing marks us as strangers, transients. They are polite, so polite; no one stares at us.
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travelers
outsider
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Joanne Harris |
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And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.
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norse-mythology
runemarks
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Joanne Harris |
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And when you fall from that parapet,the sound you'll be hearing as you go down will be me,laughing my head off.
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loki
odin
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Joanne Harris |
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I don't believe God really cares what you eat, or what you wear, or whom you love. I think that if God made the stars, He must have a greater perspective.
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Joanne Harris |
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Old habits never die. And when you've once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you
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Joanne Harris |
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At such times I feel I could die for love of her, my little stranger, my heart swelling dangerously so that the only release is to run too, my red coat flapping around my shoulders like wings, my hair a comet's tail in the patchy blue sky.
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Joanne Harris |
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You see, I do believe in miracles. I, who have passed through fire. I do believe.
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Joanne Harris |
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Most adults assume that the feelings of adolescence don't count, somehow, and that those searing passions of rage and hate and embarrassment and horror and hopeless, abject love are something your grow out of, something hormonal, a practice run for the Real Thing. It wasn't. At 13 *everything* counts; there are sharp edges on everything, and all of them cut.
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Joanne Harris |
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If I'm going to die today, the least I can do is look fabulous while I'm doing it.
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Joanne Harris |
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The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won't I? in pitiful indecision.
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good
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Joanne Harris |
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And yes,I was fabulous.
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loki
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Joanne Harris |
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From a certain height, everyone looks the same - men, women, villains, kings - as if rank and fortune were simply an accident of perspective.
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Joanne Harris |
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Call me cynical if you like. But it all sounds a bit too convenient. The Authorized Version of events leaves out a number of details, which Creationists seem content to ignore. I personally have my doubts - not least about the giant cow - although even now you have to beware of how you express these sentiments.
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Joanne Harris |
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So much of his life seemed to be like this now, a blur of days without anything to define them from each other, like episodes of a soap he watched out of habit, even though none of the characters interested him.
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Joanne Harris |
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The day stretched out in front of him like an empty road in the desert.
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Joanne Harris |
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Wild birds will kill exotic ones: the budgies and the lovebirds and the yellow canaries-- escaped from their cages and hoping to get a taste of the sky -- usually end up back on the ground, plucked raw by their more conformist cousins
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conformists
wildness
conformity
standing-out
difference
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Joanne Harris |
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There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties.
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lovers
love
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Joanne Harris |
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To be a mother is to live in fear. Fear of death, of sickness, of loss, of accidents, of strangers, of the Black Man, or simply those small everyday things that somehow manage to hurt us most: the look of impatience, the angry word, the missed bedtime story, the forgotten kiss, the terrible moment when a mother ceases to be the center of her daughter's world and becomes
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Joanne Harris |
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We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.
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Joanne Harris |
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He drank, for the same reason he wrote second-rate science fiction. Not to forget but to remember, to open the past and find himself there again. He opened each bottle, began each story with the secret conviction that here was the magic drought that would restore him. But magic, like wine, needs the right conditions in order to work.
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Joanne Harris |
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That's Catholicism for you. A perpetual war between repression and excess.
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Joanne Harris |
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Vendo sogni, piccoli comfort, tentazioni dolci e innocue.
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Joanne Harris |
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I don't think that white collar gives you sole right of access to the divine.
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Joanne Harris |
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He was the cleanest-cut comic-book schoolboy hero imaginable.
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Joanne Harris |
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And yet I could still hear them. As if some part of their essence had evaporated into the air, become a part of this place, ingrained, like the scent of cigarettes and burning sugar, in the woodwork and plaster. Everything was buzzing with that vanished presence, buzzing and singing and laughing louder than ever before, stone and tile and polished wood, all whispering with agitation and excitement; never still, never silent.
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Joanne Harris |
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There was a quote he could not quite remember, something about the past being an island surrounded by time. He had missed the last boat to the island.
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Joanne Harris |
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Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is
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Joanne Harris |
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Zabraneno mi e da iam shokolad. Karo i onia idiot doktor't. Zaedno s vsichko drugo, koeto bi moglo da mi dostavi udovolstvie - dobavi ironichno. - P'rvo tsigarite, posle alkokhola, a sega i tova...Edin Gospod znae dali ako otkazha i dishaneto niama da zhiveia vechno. - (...) - Ne che gi obviniavam. Te taka gi razbirat neshchata. Da se pazish - ot vsichko. Ot zhivota. Ot sm'rtta.
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Joanne Harris |
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Protected from the sun by the half-blind that shields them, they gleam darkly, like sunken treasure, Aladdin's cave of sweet cliches.
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Joanne Harris |
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Weeds and wheat cannot grow peacefully together. Any gardener could tell you the same thing.
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Joanne Harris |
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the Blessed Damozel essence of every dream and fairy story and legend and fear ...
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Joanne Harris |
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We're gods, not saints. Everyone lies. Everyone cheats. Everyone scores off everyone else.
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Joanne Harris |
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some books you read.
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Joanne Harris |