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You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

Kristin Cashore

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
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Degrees
Cannot
Love
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Scales

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Fire sat unbreathing. A life that was an apology for the life of his father: It was a notion she could understand, beyond words and thought. She understood it the way she understood music.
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It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering.
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Alone with Giddon again, Bitterblue considered him, rather liking the mud streaks on his face. He looked like a handsome sunken rowboat.
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Love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love.
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Then she'll know I'll want to knock her senseless if she so much as looks at me.
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Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.
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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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She knew he was angry, but she couldn't stop laughing. Forgive me, Po. I was only trying to get your attention. And I suppose it never occurs to you to start small. If I told you my roof needed rebuilding, you'd start by knocking down the house.
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What a horrifying notion, he said. A creature with the power to take over one's mind.
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It was just that she had the need to tell him something honest, something honest and unhappy, because cheerful lies tonight were too depressing and too sharp, turning in on her like pins
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Teddy grinned again. 'Truths are dangerous,' he said. -'Then why are you writing them in a book?' -'To catch them between the pages,' said Teddy, 'and trap them before they disappear.' -'If they're dangerous, why not let them disappear?' -'Because when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.
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Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.
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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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