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The door snicked shut.

The look that passed over her face. Like a comet indeed, when it veers to earth and turns the fields to ash.

I haunt their dreams. Do not leave, I beg them. Not until you have given me peace. But if anyone hears, they do not answer.

the place I truly dwelt, a cold eternity of endless grief.

Both of us were imprisoned. But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.

It seemed absurd even to think of it, foolish and improbable as a dream is by dinner.

I fixed my gaze on his. "Try," I said. For a long moment he stared at me. Then he turned and twitched off through the brush. I tell you, for all my spells, that was the first time I truly felt myself a witch..

Circe was the first word he ever spoke, and the second was sister.

And you think to steal time from the Fates?" "Yes." "Ah." A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. "Well, why should I kill him? He's done nothing to me." For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.

He landed, and the weapons were already lifted, held with a deadly poise that was like no girl, nor no man either. The greatest warrior of his generation.

But I liked it, as if his words were a secret. A thing that looked like a stone, but inside was a seed. […] I was nothing, a stone.

Water still streamed from his hair, and I watched it bead, tracing across his arms and the lines of his chest.

universal laws prescribe how things will behave not, like human laws, how they ought to behave.

That is the flaw in my personality. Vanity. And your flaw is sentimentality. They are the flaws which will inevitably kill us both.

Sister, I do what I do, and I do it better than most, and I take some satisfaction in that. I am like a very dependable dog. They throw a stick into a jungle and I can go in there and bring it back.

A sulphur sun pierced the gloom, and the rain stopped and I drove to the hospital.

He stared at me. "Strange you should do all this for her." "Pity, I guess." "One of the worst traps of all, McGee.

Time is the random wind that blows down the long corridor, slamming all the doors.

The explosion of charity in the fourth century is one clear way in which Christ's teaching has impacted the history of western society.

But the workingpeople, the common people, they won't allow it.' 'It's the common people who get most fun out of the torture and execution of great men.... If it's not going too far back I'd like to know who it was demanded the execution of our friend Jesus H. Christ.

Golly, I could drink a cup of coffee," said Mac. "We'll have swell coffee in Seattle, damned if we won't, Mac.

If any man has a ghost Bourne has a ghost a tiny twisted unscared ghost in a black cloak hopping along the grimy old brick and brownstone streets still left in downtown New York, crying out in a shrill soundless giggle: War is the health of the State.

While his bread remains sweet, his novels may be as bitter as he likes.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.