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Susanna Clarke Inspirational Quotes (38)

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Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never would.
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What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.
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There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time.
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It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact.
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The land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by
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She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.
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But, though French, she was also very brave.
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To be more precise it was the color of heartache.
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He hardly ever spoke of magic, and when he did it was like a history lesson and no one could bear to listen to him.
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It is these black clothes, said Strange. I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.
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Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.
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A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.
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Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.
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For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.
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