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Hear, hear, said the Dog, raising her head. It's always better to be doing, Prince. Besides, you don't smell like a coward, so you can't be one.

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Garth Nix
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: July 19
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Melbourne
Australia
Garth Richard Nix
Smell
Dog
Hear
Head
Better
Prince
Always
Raising
Like
Besides
Coward

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It's always better to be doing.
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Sam picked up his pack, but before he could put it on, Mogget leaped onto it and slid under the top flap. All that could be seen of him were his green eyes and one white-furred ear. Remember I advised against this way, he instructed. Wake me when whatever terrible thing is a about to happen happens, or if it appears I might get wet.
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Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?
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Unhand my tail! squealed the Will.
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Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming down. I’m Arthur Penhaligon, he thought desperately... The crown was wedged tightly upon his head- and Arthur fell silently screaming into darkness.
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Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.
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Time plays tricks between here and home, said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.
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There is always a choice, even if the alternatives don't appear to be equal.
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Why, Yrael?” it said, as the last of the dark gave way to silver, and the shining sphere of metal sank slowly to the ground. “Why?” “Life,” said Yrael, who was more Mogget than it ever knew. “Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
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When the dead do walk seek water's run, for this the Dead will always shun. Swift river's best or broadest lake to ward the dead and have and make. If water fails thee, fire's thy friend, if neither guards it will be thy end.
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I suppose you could call me...Soot, said the thing. Yes...Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name. Eaten it? asked Suzy. Why eat soot? Boredom, said Soot.
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Your father is angry with me because he thinks I almost got myself killed,' said Sabriel, with a slight grin. 'I don't understand it myself, since I think he should be glad that I didn't.
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Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
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Fine! muttered Mogget. Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.
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I am not going to change who I am. I am human and I know how to love, and be kind, and be compassionate to those who are weaker than me. Just because I have power doesn't mean I have to use it!
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Often, I get the feeling that the story is really happening somewhere and all I'm doing is trying to work out the best way to tell it.
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For everyone and everything, there is a time to die. Some do not know it, or would delay it, but its truth cannot be denied. Not when you look into the stars of the ninth gate.
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It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was because there was hardly any magic.
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A Kiss, said Mogget sleepily. Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose. A breath? she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed too forward.
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Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity.
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