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History books say that kings and dukes and generals start wars. Don’t believe it. We start them, you and I. Every time we turn away, keep quiet, stay out of it, behave ourselves.
“That’s what we do with our pain,” she said, watching the butterfly rise. “We make it into something beautiful.” “We make it into something meaningful,” said the diva. “We make it matter,” whispered the actress.
“Honestly! What man ever thinks, Oh, how I’d love to meet a girl who can solve for x?
Fear is the most misunderstood of creatures. It only wants the best for you. It will help you if you let it.
“Here are the things girls die of: hunger, disease, accidents, childbirth, and violence. It takes more than heartache to kill a girl. Girls are tough as rocks.”
Can’t you see that the courage to risk, to dare, to toss that gold coin up in the air over and over again, win or lose, is what makes humans human?
She had more important things to worry about. She lived in a hayloft. She owned one dress. Her mother regularly mistook a cabbage for the Duke of Burgundy.
Being different was not something that was tolerated in cheeses. Or girls.
“I think we all make mistakes. What matters is that we don’t let our mistakes make us.”
Don’t you see? A pretty girl must please the world. But an ugly girl? She’s free to please herself.”
Stop burdening the gods. Stop cursing the devil. They will make no path for you. They gave you their dark gifts: reason and will. Now you must make your own way. What’s done is done. Whether to you, or by you, and you cannot change it. But what’s not done is not done. And there, both hope and hazard lie.
Believe that you can make your way. Or don’t. Either way, you are right.
Every war is different, yet each battle is the same. The enemy is only a distraction. The thing you are fighti...
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There is magic in this sad, hard world. A magic stronger than fate, stronger than chance. And it is seen in the unlikeliest of places.
Fate released his arm. “You are a fool, my friend.” Chance nodded. “Perhaps, but I am happy.” “In this world, only a fool could be.”
Laughing, Chance took the magician’s arm; then they and their friends ran down the sidewalk into the ancient city, into the crowd, into the beautiful, sparkling, full-of-possibilities night.
