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But some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.

And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.

So riveting! Can’t seem to put it down.

And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.

Magic is constant, a pure and steady source, like water. People, and the world they shape — are the conduits of magic, determining its energy, its nature, colouring its energy, the way a dye does water. You of all people should be able to see that magic changes in the hands of men. It is an element to be shaped.

What a waste of life, to stand around and think so much on every little thing.

I do not know why you two are circling each other like stars. It is not my cosmic dance.

People could only hurt you if you cared enough to let them.

It was such a peculiar thing, to know your pain was tethered to someone else’s, that every time you hurt, they felt it, and every time they hurt, it was because of you.

“Most girls covet dresses.”
“I am not most girls.”

Desperate, distrusting of anything that wasn’t hers, and hers alone.

Are you made up of anything but mysteries?

Scary, isn’t it? Everything around us seems so normal, except for this deep, deep chasm right on front of us!

I know you need him, lad. So, make him need you more.

She’d never had a grandmother. She’d never had a mother. She was afraid of hurting them all somehow because she didn’t know enough about people, about family. And, of course, hurt them is exactly what she did.

Although he could not hold her or hug her or kiss her on the forehead in the way of fathers, when he stood in a bookshop and thought of her and bought her a book and left it on her desk without a word, she knew that what he left there was his love.

You can’t do your best when you’re doubting yourself. If you don’t believe in yourself, who will? Just doing as well as you did last time is not good enough. I think of it as the “try to get what you can” mentality. It doesn’t require you to stretch, to grow. I don’t believe in that.

Do you know what makes you weak? You’ve never had to be strong. You’ve never had to try. You’ve never had to fight. And you’ve certainly never had to fight for your life.

Never presume to know your enemy. I have a closetful of kings.