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Laini Taylor

"It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented."

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"It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented."

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"To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else's type of thinking."

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"The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her."

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"Life sometimes confuses us by making us discover in someone we hate a quality or qualities we love."

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"I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me."

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"He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below."

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"Don't you hate when your hand falls asleep and you know it will be up all night."

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"I need to be frightened of things. I hate it, but I must need it, because it's what I do."

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"The worst thing I can be is the same as everybody else. I hate that."

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"I hate complacency. I play every gig as if it could be my last, then I enjoy it more than ever."

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"The correlative to loving our neighbors as ourselves is hating ourselves as we hate our neighbors."

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"I write because, as wonderful as life is - and it is truly wonderful - it isn't enough. It does not, for example, contain dragons. I find this unsatisfactory. So I read. And I write."
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"If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face."
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"When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife."
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"If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine."
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"What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream."
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"And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not-they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note."
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"Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won-some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it-but something to carry doggedly through everything."
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"He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all."
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"And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always."
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