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    And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.

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    Did I become court composer through masterful procrastination? Hardly!

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    For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

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    Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

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    However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

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    I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

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    If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

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    I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?

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    I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

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    Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

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    My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.

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    Orma moved a pile of books off a stool for me but seated himself directly on another stack. This habit of his never ceased to amuse me. Dragons no longer hoarded gold; Comonot's reforms had outlawed it. For Orma and his generation, knowledge was treasure. As dragons through the ages had done, he gathered it and then he sat on it.

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    Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.

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    That’s the secret to performance: conviction. The right note played tentatively still misses its mark, but play boldly and no one will question you. If one believes there is truth in art – and I do – then it’s troubling how similar the skill of performing is to lying. Maybe lying is itself a kind of art. I think about that more than I should.

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    The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

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    The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

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    The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.

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    The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

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    Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

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    We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

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    Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

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    Ah, I could last a long time on those smiles. I would sow and reap them like wheat.

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    A keen wit stabs harder than a finely honed argument.

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    All roads were one, surely, even if their textures differed. Was she as varied, a part of herself as rough and tutted as the Goreddi roads, and some other part as efficient as the Ninysh? She often felt, early in the morning, when the world seemed most malleable, that she contained these potentials, and more. It wasn’t merely that she could be anything, but that she was everything, all at once.

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    An aged monk led me to the infirmary. "He's got the place to himself. Once the other invalids learned there was a dragon coming they miraculously got well! The lame could walk and the blind decided they didn't really need to see. He's a panacea.

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    Anyway, it wasn't that flavor of love. She could leave and carry it with her. Time would not put a dent in it, nor distance snuff it out.

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    Art is a conversation we are all invited to and are all worthy to participate in. Yes, great works can be intimidating, but no one else in the world has what you have—your voice, your eyes, your feeling and perspective. Other people have written great books, but no one else will ever write YOUR book. It's worth writing. That is the belief that carries me through.

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    Beggars, alas, could not be choosers.

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    Belief was uniquely human.

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    Can you not see that it's no longer a question of dragon versus human? The division now is between those who think this peace is worth preserving and those who would keep us at war until one side or the other is destroyed.

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    Don’t be afraid. We’re walking away from death, not toward it. Death is going back.

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    Dragons aren't good at metaphor.

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    Dying took commitment. It was easier to go on living incompetently.

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    ...emotions fly humans toward art

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    Experiencing nothingness had left her feeling unexpectedly full.

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    Fond and protective equals love? I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

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    For a moment Tess imagined she didn’t exist. It was surprisingly soothing.

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    For the merest moment I couldn't breathe. Something inside me quivered, some oud string plucked by his words, and if I breathed it would stop. He did not know the truth of me, yet he had perceived something true about me that no one else had ever noticed. And in spite of that—or perhaps because of it—he believed me good, believed me worth taking seriously, and his belief, for one vertiginous moment, made me want to be better than I was.

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    From some angles, up is toward the earth and down toward the sky, and everything—people, horses, cathedrals, dreams—is suspended over the ceaseless void, barely hanging on.

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    He looked up at the reddening sky and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "You put me to shame, Seraphina. Your bravery always has." "It's not bravery; it's bullheaded bumbling." He shook his head, staring off into the middle distance. "I know courage when I see it, and when I lack it.

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    Here there was no monster greater than the ragged mountains.

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    His hair had clearly been up all night having adventures without him.

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    How could he forgive her if he didn’t know she’d wronged him? How could she assuage her guilt without his forgiveness?

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    How did you merit so much devotion so quickly?' I asked, making no attempt to keep the sarcasm from my voice. 'I show them Heaven', said she, without a trace of irony. 'People are so desperate for light'.

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    How was the wolf to blame, if the sheep were roaming free?

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    All your failures and hopes, your suffering and striving, are inconsequential, compared with this. They are nothing. You are nothing. It was a relief to be nothing; it felt deep and beautiful and true.

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    I am the prayer.

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    I couldn’t work out how to get home. Someone moved the mountains.

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    I don't mean to imply that they were cowards...," Maurizio said, shrugging, clearly implying that [they] were cowards.

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    I forgot that other people might care what went on inside my heart.