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If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
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Salt Lake City
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My ma says You can't unspill a stew. She also says Undoing a wrong is greater than doing a right. You know, Ma is very good at saying two things at once.
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Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.
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But when she turned her back to the lights, she saw that the night was so dark...She could not see the stars. The world felt as high as the depthless night sky and deeper than she could know. She understood, suddenly and keenly, that she was too small to run away, and she sat on the damp ground and cried.
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I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.
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Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell the workers. I'd like it to have a beginning as grand as a ball and an ending in a whisper, like a mother tucking in a child for sleep.
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You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
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No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.
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He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.
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The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
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Geric, she called. He turned back around. What kind of flowers were they? I don't rightly know, he said. He made faltering gestures with his hands, forming their size and shape from the air. They were yellow, and smallish, and had lots of petals. Thank you, she said. They were beautiful.
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Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?
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Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
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Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek's blush is as false as her word
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Some people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before they can taste it.
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He did a very good impression of a stone column.
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If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.
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Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.
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The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, Enna, you might watch your language. Enna grimaced. I was. You should hear my thoughts.
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. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.
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They weren't nice words he said. He could've lived a good life and died never having made a person feel rubbed down to bones and too sad to hold together.
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