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...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
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Without
Things
Permission
Disappear
Memory
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She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.
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Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan
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How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.
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It hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.
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If he touches you, I'll come in and choke him to death.
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Please, Katsa, he finally said. At least talk to me. She swung around to face him. What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it. And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?
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And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.
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Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.
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Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder, and Randa didn't deserve it. And even though she wanted what the voice wanted, she didn't think she had the courage for it.
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Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. He was handsome, said said. Po moaned. Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome? I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs, said Katsa indignantly.
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The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.
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If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.
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His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.
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Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters.
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Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.
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I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.
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You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?
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You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then? I've a knife in my boot, she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands.
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...when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.
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For a group of people who claimed to be concerned for her safety, they did seem to have developed rather a habit of encouraging uprisings against monarchs.
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