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"October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!"
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"The Peace of Wild ThingsWhen despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
"Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship."
"Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?"
"Mountains in the distance remind me of you."
"No mountain is of any appreciable height to break the curve of the sphere."
"Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out."
"It was still twilight when they reached the flat rock. They sat, and the stone still held the warmth of the day's sun. At first there were only occasional sparkles, but as it got darker Chuck was lost in a daze pf delight as a galaxy of fireflies twinkled on and off, flinging upward in a blaze of light, dropping earthward like falling stars, moving in contiuous effervescent dance."
"He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.."
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"He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest.Eleanor hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard.Just three words long."
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"Because, he says, it hurts to think about things that you can't have or help. S'better not to think about it."
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"He's still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I'm not the Chosen One," he says.I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you."
"I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you. "It made us roommates, he says. I shake my head. "We were always more. "We were enemies."You were the centre of my universe, I say. "Everything else spun around you."
"I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it."
"With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout."
"To have and hold. Not forever, maybe-not forever, for sure-and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers."
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