My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...
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Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
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It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still tried to swagger past the shelves like he used to in the past. The attempt looked so strange that Scipio started to mimic him behind his back. "What's the silly giggling about?" Barbarossa asked when Prosper and Renzo bust out laughing.
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Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?
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(...)depois de acordar de um pesadelo, nada a sossegava mais do que a respiração do pai, ali ao seu lado, e o folhear das páginas. Nada conseguia espantar mais rapidamente os sonhos maus do que o sussurrar do papel impresso.
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Wir sind alle Lügner, wenn es uns nützt.
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She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?
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