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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.

Vera Nazarian

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Vera Nazarian
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 25
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Moscow
Russian SFSR
Dreams
Proverb
Dangerous
Compass
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Exploring
Dream
Intensity
Wells
Edge
Well
Desert
Made
Edges
Love
Rose
Juxtaposition

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It is life that fights and struggles and rages life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer... Whereas I, I come softly when it is all done. Pain and death are an ordered sequence, not a parallel pair. So easy to confuse the correlations, not realizing that one does not bring the other.
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Seems to me that there is no better way to experience the depth of loss than after the fact. No more powerful instrument of imbuing value in an object than parting with it.
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I think fantasy literature is the one true literature of hope and imagination.
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Every story needs to be worth telling.
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Worry is the secret weapon perpetrated upon us by the dark forces of the world that lurk in the shape of fear, uncertainty, confusion, and loss. We, on the other hand, have our own secret weapon against these incorporeal fiends. It is laughter.
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When I was a little kid back in Moscow, Russia, I've always thought I would become an artist or a folk dancer or an astronomer. In fact, if you'd asked me then about a life of solitary writing I would have said, Oh how boring! Imagine, to sit at a desk all day and just write.
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A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.
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Not every puzzle is intended to be solved. Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all.
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One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power—to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom—all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child. He was the Fourth to follow the Star. His gift was a secret. The rest of his journey is unknown.
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Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.
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A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists. 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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