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"There was a necklace inside. A thin silver chain with a small pendant, a silver pansy."
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"The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again."
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"A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges."
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"She had a flower tattoo on her wrist; "What does that mean?" he asked her. "Absolutely nothing," she said, "it's just a flower."
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"All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel."
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"You do not beg the sun for mercy.-Maud'dib's Travail from The Stilgar Commentary."
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"The the glow become brighter: a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey.A boy in the crowd gasped. 'She's a communist!'A girl who'd been sitting at Cabin Four's table gave him a disgusted sneer. 'No, Damien, that's my mom's symbol."
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"That's oak leaf, for bravery. I've got Veronica and Honeysuckle, for fidelity and affection. And that's Peony, for shame. She lives under this rock.""Did you make that up by yourself?""'Course not. That's the language of flowers. Everyone knows that.""No, they don't. I don't.""Everyone used to know. They sent each other messages. Like Bluebells means, 'I'll always love you' and Jasmine means 'We're friends.' and Asphodels... Asphodels are for the dead."
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"Claret is the liquor for boys port for men but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy."
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"His gaze, bluntedby the unnumbered processionof iron bars, uncountedas his softly padded steps.Smooth motion of blood and sinewturning in its own, small circleprescribed by bars and walls...and skin, confined.Suddenly, without warning,a flash of light and imagepierces the caged brain,and passing through its beating heartto stillness finds its way."
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"Birds are the eyes of heaven, and flies are the spies of hell."
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"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
"She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes."You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?"
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"She told me later that her parents had told her to steer clear of me at school. "My mum said that nobody really knew where you came from. And that you might be dangerous." "Why didn't you listen to her?" I asked. "Because nobody knew where you came from, Simon! And you might be dangerous!" "You have the worst survival instincts." "Also, I felt sorry for you," she said. "You were holding your wand backwards."
Trust
"I didn't know someone could love me like this," she said. "Could love me and love me and love me without...needing space."Lincoln wasn't asleep. He rolled on top of her."There's no air in space," he said."
Romance
"He looked up at her and smiled crookedly, holding out a few sheets of paper. "Will you read this? i think maybe it sucks. or maybe it's awesome. it's probably awesome. Tell me it's awesome,okay? Unless it sucks."
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"Your mother was a hero. She developed a spell for gnomeatic fever. And she was the youngest headmaster in Watford history.Baz is looking at Penny like they've never met."And, Penny goes on, "she defended your father in three duels before he accepted her proposal."That sounds barbaric, I say."It was traditional, Baz says."It was brilliant, Penny says. "I've read the minutes."Where? Baz asks her."We have them in our library at home, she says "My dad loves marriage rites. Any sort of family magic, actually. He and my mother are bound together in five dimensions."
Heritage
"The professor leaned forward. "But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing. Her lovely face turned fierce. "Think about it Cath. That's what makes a god-or a mother. There's nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself."
Creation
"I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?"
Communication
"I know the world is flat now, I'm not going back."
Perspective
"When Eleanor was a little girl, she'd thought her mom looked like a queen, like the star of some fairy tale.Not a princess - princesses are just pretty. Eleanor's mother was beautiful. She was tall and stately, with broad shoulders and an elegant waist. All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people's. Like they weren't just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point."
Beauty
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