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Strange the Dreamer (Strange the Dreamer, #1) Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor
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“He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try. If you feel it--if you really feel it--then you speak it like it's a still-beating heart clenched in your fist and there's blood running down your arm, dripping off your elbow, and you can't let go.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“shrestha (SHRES·thuh) noun When a dream comes true—but not for the dreamer. Archaic;”
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“She was young and lovely and surprised and dead. She was also blue. Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring - not summer - sky.”
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“She asked in a hesitant whisper, "Do you still think i'm a... A singularly unhorrible demon?"
"No," he said smiling. "I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And..." His voice grew bashful. Only in a dream could he be so bold and speak such words. "I hope you'll let me be in your story.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar,” said Sarai. “We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don’t we?”
Lazlo’s voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. “I expect the heavens will survive,” he said, and then he kissed her.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.”
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“She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.”
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“The world was carnage. You either suffered it or inflicted it.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“You needn't trouble yourself. He's only a librarian.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented.”
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“Lazlo. You have to wake up now, my love. And he did.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“Once upon a time, there had been gods. Now there were only children going about in their dead parents' undergarments.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“...but one can't be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“You might come up with a solution to the problem that doesn't involve destruction."

Drave scoffed. "Doesn't involve destruction? That's like me asking you not to be a mealy-mouthed poltroon."

Lazlo's eyebrows shot up. "Poltroon?"

"Look it up," snapped Drave.

Lazlo turned to Ruza. "Do you think I'm a poltroon?" he asked, the way a young girl might ask whether her dress was unflattering.

"I don't know what that is."

"I think it's a kind of mushroom," said Lazlo, who knew very well was poltroon meant. Really, he was surprised that Drave did.

"You are absolutely a mushroom," said Ruza.

"It means 'coward,'" said Drave.

"Oh." Lazlo turned to Ruza. "Do you think I'm a coward?"

Ruza considered the matter. "More of a mushroom," he decided. To Drave: "I think you were closer the first time."

"I never said he was a mushroom."

"Then I'm confused.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“Weep slept. Dreamers dreamed. A grand moon drifted, and, and the wings of the citadel cut the sky in two: light above, dark below.”
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“Hate could do that, too - live off nothing but itself - but not forever.”
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“he collected the stories like treasure.”
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“The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion—to close a door in one's own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering—and cause it—and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
tags: hate
“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And . . .” His voice grew bashful. Only in a dream could he be so bold and speak such words. “I hope you’ll let me be in your story.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“It was no small thing to shed a lifetime of nonbeing and suddenly be seen.”
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“Love that sets forth the soul like springtime and ripens it like summer. Love as rarely exists in reality, as if a master alchemist has taken it and distilled out all the impurities, every petty disenchantment, every unworthy thought, into a perfect elixir, sweet and deep and all-consuming.”
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“It's never too soon to worry. Worry spurs preparation.”
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tags: worry
“And so Grief and Shame abided in adjoining rooms with the door shut between them, holding their pain in their arms instead of each other.”
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“None of us became monks to be nursemaids.” To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, “And none of us became children to be orphans.” But”
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“the circle of women coming together to celebrate being alive—and being a woman, which is a magic all its own.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“I just wanted to know what it was like," she said, "in case it was my last chance. I never wanted to take him away from you."

"You didn't. It's not like you tied him down and forced him." Sparrow paused, considering. "You didn't, did you?"

"Practically. But he didn't scream for help, so..."

Sparrow launched the plum. It was close range, and hit Ruby on her collarbone. She said, "Ow!" though it hadn't really hurt. Rubbing at the place of impact, she glared at Sparrow. "Is that it, then? Have you spent your wrath?"

"Yes," said Sparrow, dusting off her palms. "It was one-plum wrath."

"How sad for Feral. He was only worth one plum. Won't he mope when we tell him.”
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
“He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back.”
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