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The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.

Vera Nazarian

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Vera Nazarian
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 25
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Moscow
Russian SFSR
Promise
Bell
Wonder
Miraculous
Inspirational
Bells
Translucent
Great
Ice
Announce
Fresh
Endings
Rings
Beginnings
Sky
Suspended
Air
Skies

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True balm [of fantasy] takes away the painful irritation of life and simply heals, allowing one to begin anew. And that is what fantasy can do for us.
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Don't let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.
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Money is like fire. It is only good when there's just the right amount of it, when it's properly contained and under your control.
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I've always been creative verbally, had a flair, my teachers said - wrote great expository essays in elementary school, scribbled little poems, embraced all writing assignments. And all along I read voraciously - first in Russian and then, after we left the USSR, in English, and even Spanish.
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Karma has been a pop culture term for ages. But really, what the heck is it?
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Use this day to do something daring, extraordinary and unlike yourself. Take a chance and shape a different pattern in your personal cloud of probability!
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Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . . But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.
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Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures.
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I think fantasy literature is the one true literature of hope and imagination.
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Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.
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Would you like to know your future? If your answer is yes, think again. Not knowing is the greatest life motivator. So enjoy, endure, survive each moment as it comes to you in its proper sequence -- a surprise.
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The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.
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I am a novelist at heart.
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I sat down and wrote a short story in two weeks and submitted it to Marion Zimmer Bradley. And Marion bought Wound On The Moon .My first sale and my first pro sale rolled into one.
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I was forgetting that an artist also just stares at a piece of paper or canvas all day. It somehow never occurred to me to connect these two diverse creative modes.
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If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options. You can climb it and cross to the other side. You can go around it. You can dig under it. You can fly over it. You can blow it up. You can ignore it and pretend it’s not there. You can turn around and go back the way you came. Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home.
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Consolation has been wrongly reviled. Consolation is not apathy or inaction. It is not closing one's eyes to the evils of the world. Rather, consolation is the first step in regaining personal equilibrium and strength, which necessarily precedes the ability to act.
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A made-up proverb from Dreams of the Compass Rose says, In the desert, the only god is a well. I love exploring the intensity of such juxtaposition, the dangerous edge.
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A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.
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Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.
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