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Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

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Juliet Marillier
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: July 27
Novelist
Writer
Dunedin
New Zealand
Rose
Wind
Morn
Tree
Thorn
Water
Bone
Night
Stone
Heart
Bones
Mind
Flesh
Stones

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Trust is a thing you know without words.
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There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.
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If a man has to say trust me, Gogu conveyed, it's a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you know without words.
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Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.
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I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.
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The most powerful weapon is hope.
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After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.
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Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.
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I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.
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Third person allows a deeper exploration of the relationships between characters. We can see their misunderstandings and hear what they think about each other. We can create a more complex structure with various story threads running parallel.
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I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
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A wonder tale can be truer than true, I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be found in the strangest and wildest of stories. One may not meet a fire-breathing dragon on the way to the well. One may not encounter an army of toothed snakes in the woodshed. That does not make the wisdom in those tales any less real.
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In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.
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This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
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She went on because there was no going back.
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My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.
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With respect, said Red, and his voice had gone so quiet people hushed each other to hear him, my tale is yet unfinished you should hear me out. And it is her answer I have come to hear, not yours.
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His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.
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More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
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But there is one thing you must remember, if you forget all else. There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own vision. All changes in the blink of an eyelid yet all remains the same.
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