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The sooner you learn to finish things, and as a matter of course finish your creative endeavors, the better. It took me a long time to learn that.

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Laini Taylor
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: December 11
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Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.
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Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.
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Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.
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Skip meeting him? The butterflies, the pounding heart, the blushing? The part where you enter each other's magnetic fields for the first time, and it's like invisble lines of energy are drawing you together-
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These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This was how it went. In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever.
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