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"“As a child she had leaned that white was all the colors wrapped in one, and she found this profoundly unfair; that one could have seen rainbows everywhere but instead, with weak mortal eyes, saw only plain light.”" — 1 hour, 3 min ago
"“As a child she had leaned that white was all the colors wrapped in one, and she found this profoundly unfair; that one could have seen rainbows everywhere but instead, with weak mortal eyes, saw only plain light.”" — 1 hour, 3 min ago
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"“In three minutes the Vicar was on horseback again, having gone magnanimously through a duty much harder than the renunciation of whist, or even the writing of penitential meditations.”" — Feb 16, 2026 11:08AM
"“In three minutes the Vicar was on horseback again, having gone magnanimously through a duty much harder than the renunciation of whist, or even the writing of penitential meditations.”" — Feb 16, 2026 11:08AM
“and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness.
The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.”
― Autobiography of Red
The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.”
― Autobiography of Red
“But Harrowhark—Harrow, who was two hundred dead children; Harrow, who loved something that had not been alive for ten thousand years—Harrowhark Nonagesimus had always so badly wanted to live. She had cost too much to die.”
― Harrow the Ninth
― Harrow the Ninth
“Hullo, Wendy," he said, not noticing any difference, for he was thinking chiefly of himself; and in the dim light her white dress might have been the nightgown in which he had seen her first.
"Hullo, Peter," she replied faintly, squeezing herself as small as possible. Something inside her was crying "Woman, Woman, let go of me.”
― Peter Pan
"Hullo, Peter," she replied faintly, squeezing herself as small as possible. Something inside her was crying "Woman, Woman, let go of me.”
― Peter Pan
“And now time is rushing towards them
where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.”
― Autobiography of Red
where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.”
― Autobiography of Red
“It was the hour when snow goes blue
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.”
― Autobiography of Red
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.”
― Autobiography of Red
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