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Jacqueline Carey

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    Jacqueline Carey

    A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

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    All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

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    And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

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    And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

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    A nervous silence loosens tongues

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    Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

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    Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

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    Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

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    Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

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    Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

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    For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

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    Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

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    I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

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    If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.

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    I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

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    I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand.

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    I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

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    It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

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    It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

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    It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

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    It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.

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    It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

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    It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

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    I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

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    I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

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    Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

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    Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

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    Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

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    Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

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    Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.

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    Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness

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    Only insofar as you enjoy being sorry, my dear, which, while it is a considerable amount, occurs only after the fact, thus making it a singularly ineffective deterrent, yes?

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    Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

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    Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.

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    Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.

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    Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

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    Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

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    Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

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    That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.

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    That which yields is not always weak.

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    The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

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    There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

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    There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

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    There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.

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    There are those who do not hold that there is any innate goodness to mankind. To them I say, had you lived my life, you would not believe it. I have known the depths to which mortals are capable of descending, and I have seen the heights. I have seen how kindness and compassion may grow in the unlikeliest of places, as the mountain flower forces its way through the stern rock.

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    There are those who hold that there is a pattern to all that is said and done in this world, that no thing happens without reason nor out of time. As to that, I cannot speak, for I have seen too many threads cut short to believe it, but of a surety, I have seen too the weft of my fate shuttled on the loom. If there is a pattern, I do not think there is anyone among us who can stand at a great enough distance to discern it; yet I will not say that it is not so.

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    There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence

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    There is no folly like the folly of the wise.

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    There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

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    The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.