Here," I say. "You can put music behind it, and it will be your own." And it strikes me that this is how writing anything is, really. A collaboration between you who give the words and they who take them and find meaning in them, or put music behind them, or turn them aside because they were not what was needed.
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Some people think the stars must look closer up here.
They don't.
When you're up here, you realize how distant they realy are-how impossible to reach.
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Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.
Water, river, stone and sun
Wind over hill, under tree.
Past the border none can see.
Climbing into dark for you,
Will you climb in stars for me?
P.124
Physic himself must fade.
All things to end are made;
The plague full swift goes by.
I am sick, I must die
P.98
Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have
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You're not coming with us," I say, realizing.
"If things were different, I would," Indie says, and when she looks at me, it's hard to hold her honest, longing gaze. "But they aren't. And I still have flying to do." And then, fast, like a fish or a bird, she disappears from the entrance to the hold. No one can catch Indie when it's time for her to move.
It's good to know that Xander's here. So that when I go down, she won't be alone.
"You walked through the Carving to find me," I tell Cassia softly. "I'm going to walk through this to reach you.
You told me once," I say to Ky, holding up the bud for him to see and then pressing it into his hand, "that red was the color of beginning."
He smiles.
The color of beginning. For a moment, a memory flickers in and out. It is a rare moment in spring when both buds on the trees and flowers on the ground are red. The air is cool and at the same time warm. Grandfather watches me, his eyes bright and determined.
You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.
P.232
Es curioso cómo nos aferramos a los objetos del pasado mientras aguardamos nuestro futuro.
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