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But my arts are also pure, as a circle is pure, and in a flawed world purity cannot endure.
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Misliking the Harrow as I do, I would find no small joy in thwarting him. Have I not admitted that I, too, am prone to greed? But here I personify the united will of the Insequent. Any deviation from that resolve will breach the sacred prohibition which enables the Insequent to endure and prosper. Answering you, I will bring down my own destruction and accomplish only sorrow.
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I can't spend my whole life just sitting on my hands and wondering when I'm going to fade. I can't. That's worse than doing something wrong. Isn't it?
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for all contempt turns upon the contemptuous, as it must.
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A real man--real in all the ways that we recognize as real--finds himself suddenly abstracted from the world and deposited in a physical situation which could not possibly exist: sounds have aroma, smells have color and depth, sights have texture, touches have pitch and timbre. There he is informed by a disembodied voice that he has been brought to that place as a champion for his world. He must fight to the death in single combat against a..
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All paths lead to death," she said when she found her voice. "This the Worm merely hastens."
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You did not cause his despair. Had you treated him with distrust, you would have achieved nothing but the confirmation of his distress. Distrust--vindicates itself.
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I'm not alive." She heard fury climbing to the top of his voice. "I'm a leper. Outcast unclean. Lepers are ugly and filthy. And abominable." His words filled her with horror and protest. "How can it be?" she moaned. "You are not--abominable. What world is it that dares treat you so?"
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for faith and courage are the greatest gift that we can give to our descendants. And the Land holds mysteries of which we know nothing mysteries of hope as well as of peril.
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The idea that his wedding band was some kind of talisman nauseated him like the smell of attar.
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In perfect unison, all the townspeople vomited gouts of blood onto the pavement.
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But we will trust you nonetheless. You are bitter, and bitterness is a sign of concern. I trust that.
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life is risk. All who inhabit the Earth inhale peril with each breath.
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These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives: for all the scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation of the grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, and hell walks laughing-- Laughing
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In your present state, Chosen, Desecration lies ahead of you. It does not crowd at your back.
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Dark trees leaped across his vision like aghast dancers in the nacreous light.
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she could not distinguish between contrition and self-abasement; between acknowledgment and blame.
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Soon Covenant was lost again; the complexities of the
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When inadequate men assumed huge burdens, the outcome could only serve Despite.
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redolent
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everything that passes unattempted is impossible." At"
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she watched his face because she hoped it would betray some indication of her own reality - some flicker of interest or concentration of notice which might indicate that she was actually present with another person.
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this library is another desert. A wasteland of words instead of sand.
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The speed felt tremendous. And the bottom of the ravine was treacherous. She ought to control her mount somehow - slow it; steer it to safer footing. Of course. And while she was at it, she ought to defeat the Alend Monarch's army, take care of Master Gilbur and the arch-Imager Vagel, and produce peace on earth. While composing great music with her free hand. Instead of doing all that, however, she concentrated with a pure white intensity ..
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irony
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The purpose of life, Cirrus Kindwind had once assured him, is to choose, and to act upon the choice.
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There's no such thing as failure. Sort of progress is better than nothing. Under the circumstances, it's probably impressive. We can only do what we can.
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power is a dreadful thing, and that the knowledge of power dims the seeing of the wise.
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He had no idea where he was headed, but he knew he had to go. On each breath that panted through his locked teeth, he whispered hate as if it were a question.
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I have no special virtue to make me resent him. One must have strength in order to judge the weakness of others. I am not so mighty." This"
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But he was dreaming. The way to endure a dream was to flow with it until it ended.
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So ignorance increases ignorance, and knowledge
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Something in her expression made Covenant feel that he came from a very poor world, where no one knew or cared about healing stoneware pots.
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But to himself he responded, Ashamed? Ashamed? His face contorted in a wild grimace. Beware! Outcast unclean!
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he felt as tired as if he had spent the whole night shouting at himself. While
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When many matters press you, consider friendship first.
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Their flat, unreadable faces showed no signs of youth or age, as if their relationship with time was somehow ambivalent; and
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Admonitions took over the ravaged playground of his mind.
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There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken." ~Thomas Covenant"
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Involuntarily, she stopped, jerked up her head, looked around her like a frightened woman. They weren't car horns: they were wind instruments
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experience
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It said that the mission's copying costs were too high, so would she please type two hundred fifty copies of the attached letter in addition to her other duties.
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When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced. From the short story What Makes Us Human.
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science-fiction
realism
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There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.
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Stephen R. Donaldson |
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Courage is for the lean. I am wiser.
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