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"Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight."
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"I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake."
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"I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no..."
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"The Court of Dreams.The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares...And the huntress with an artist's soul."
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"Don't worry, little bunny, we only use our triplet telepathic powers for good."
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"I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not."
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"You can't map a sense of humor. Anyway, what is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons? On the Discworld we know that There Be Dragons Everywhere. They might not all have scales and forked tongues, but they Be Here all right, grinning and jostling and trying to sell you souvenirs."
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"What is magic?There is the wizard's explanation... wizards talk about candles, circles, planets, stars, bananas, chants, runes and the importance of having at least four good meals every day."
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"There are gods and there are true knights too. All the stories can't be lies."
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"Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive."
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"In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win-but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the witch was powerful enough, and quick enough, physical size didn't matter. Catherine had heard of the horrible ways the witches could kill their victims. Cooking them alive from the inside out, restricting oxygen flow through the nasal and oral passages by creating a vacuum, drowning them with vapor pulled from the very air.It made fights between shifters look almost humane by comparison."
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"Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don't do it."
Self
"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."
Emotion
"If this was just a dream she wished she could have it every night. Neal not quite whispering sweet somethings into her ear."
Desire
"Because, he says, it hurts to think about things that you can't have or help. S'better not to think about it."
Emotion
"The ultimate act of heroism shouldn't be death. You're always saying you want to give Baz the stories he deserves... So you're going to kill him off? Isn't the best revenge supposed to be a life well-lived? The punk-rock way to end it would be to let them live happily ever after."
Heroism
"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."
Love
"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."
Friendship
"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."
Mental Health
"With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout."
Writing
"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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