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You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.

Juliet Marillier

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Juliet Marillier
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: July 27
Novelist
Writer
Dunedin
New Zealand
Ahead
Darkness
Words
Cannot
Pathway
Light
Johnny
Pathways
Foul
Poison

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You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.
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You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.
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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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The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.
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For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.
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There are technical tricks that may help you create more effective characters. My approach to characterization is not at all technical. I can't really analyze how I do it, but I am sure of one thing. To write convincing characters, you must possess the ability to think yourself into someone else's skin.
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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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Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.
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Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.
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There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky and every one of them different.
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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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Why should I be polished and improved like goods for sale? I might not even want to marry! And besides, I have many skills. I can read and write and play the flute and harp. Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn’t like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.
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Trust is a thing you know without words.
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The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.
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Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable.
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She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancient spirits whence he had taken her. That was the place of her heart, and if he loved her, he must let her go.
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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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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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Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it?
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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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