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If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine. She smelled wet hay from a tumbledown field in Tuscany in the early morning, after the sky turned light, but before the sun burned off the dew.
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It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.
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didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.
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She slammed the door behind them, then blasted out the blocking spell
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Hate isn’t like love, it doesn’t end. It goes on forever. You can never get to the bottom of it. And it’s so pure, so unconditional!
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But not even the end of the world was going to stop Janet from being a bitch. It was the principle of the thing.
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death would be preferable to a life spent doing either the wrong thing or nothing at all
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like tightly furled buds the words began to bloom and reveal the ideas locked inside them
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Not everybody led a double life, but Quentin’s father had barely led a single one.
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Maybe when you give up your dreams, you find out that there’s more to life than dreaming.