He didn't know which he preferred: the Red, with its fatalistic and pious acceptance of all futures, or the Misery, acknowledging that the more you attracted notice, the worse God dealt with you.
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The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If I had a thousand pieces of a priceless vase, would I be rich?
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She shrugged. "Ownership is a fragile concept.
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The worst kind of poison for despots: truth.
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3,117 people had lost their lives in the flood. And the king had missed breakfast
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He had always thought that death was black nothingness, but he had not counted on being awake for it.
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It was always easy to think that happiness and wisdom lay in the shadows, in places that have never yet been seen.
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Every man wishes to be king." Her hair snapped about her, buzzing.
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We must love all of creation, not only what is common. A god may have the head of an elephant, after all.
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Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach.
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