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If you don't argue, you can't give in.

Franny Billingsley

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Franny Billingsley
Age: 70
Born: 1954
Born: July 3
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I don't like my shoes,' said Rose. 'I'm wearing my shoes and you don't see me complain.' 'You only hear a person complain,' said Rose. 'Not see.' How has Rose lived for seventeen years and no one has killed her, not once?
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Father’s silence is not merely the absence of sound. It’s a creature with a life of its own. It chokes you. It pinches you small as a grain of rice. It twists in your gut like a worm. Silence clawed at my throat. It left a taste of burnt matches.
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Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.
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Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?
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Imagine a world without shadows. You cannot touch a shadow, but a world without them is a hard world, and flat.
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You could at least complain,” I say. “I adore complaining. It calms the nerves.
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I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list
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Life and stories are alike in one way: They are full of hollows. The king and queen have no children: They have a child hollow. The girl has a wicked stepmother: She has a mother hollow. In a story, a baby comes along to fill the child hollow. But in life, the hollows continue empty.
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Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.
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Did I kill him?” I said. “No, miss,” said Robert. “Pity.
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Blast Cecil!” said Eldric. “You have my permission,” I said.
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I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.
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I still can't understand how Cecil and my old tutor, Fitz, got along so well, when we often called Fitz 'the Genius' and avoided calling Cecil anything at all, so as not to be rude.
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It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.
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Yes, I'm shallow, I don't mind admitting it. Perhaps I should admit that there's no end to the depths of my shallowness.
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Even a witch wants sympathy.
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Now that’s true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.
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I was asking about lust, wasnʼt I? I was fairly certain of it. But isnʼt love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary.
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I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.
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My own mask stayed just where it ought. I’ve had lots of practice.
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