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By the time I recalled that it is also
terrifying, we had gone too far into
the charmed woods to return.

’Tis not for my benefit. A certain lord was most distressed when he learned of your intent to risk life and limb to stop Iceheart. It took half a dozen knights to restrain him, I am told.

or have i always been this shape of body-striving-for, this man
destined to ache? to worry i am orphic
now only in the sense that i’m looking
back? no, somewhere in me there must
be that flight & churn & bursting open.

I repeat! Tell us your name! The name you want to go by! Whatever name it is, it’s okay! The battle for your name is a battle for your sense of self. It’s not easy but only you can fight it! It doesn’t matter how silly your name is, or even how evil! We will accept it, I promise!

There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse of love and light bursts in their throats. I see the pulse of summer in the ice.

I'm proud to be on your crew, Master. Make sure you keep your head up high, no matter what sort of trouble comes your way. 'Cause we're all counting on you to keep us idiots in high spirits right to the very end.

The lips of dead men whisper where they lie
deep down, their innocent voices hushed in earth,
and now the trees and flowers grow terribly
exaggerated, as they blossom forth.

Just when you're about to give up every hope you have, yo turn around. Perched by the stairs, someone's gone and left behind /r/n a brand new pair of scarlet welly boots.

A new dawn— both joyful and terrifying— was already on the horizon.

Pray to the God who sharpened the tiger’s teeth,
Who stored the roar in its throat.
Pray to the God who gave you lungs and tongue
To sing and groan and hum.

In our time, this was a song about love, but it seems it later came to be a song about stars.

On the day my daughter was born no one died
In the hospital and at the entrance
Was written: 'Today the Cohanim may enter.'

It’s a beautiful thing when you love somebody, and I love somebody.

All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach.

You're so lucky. Even the bad guys love you.

Petersburg possesses not three dimensions, but four; the fourth is subject to obscurity and is not marked on maps at all, except as a dot, for a dot is the place where the plane of this existence touches against the immense.

Let us move from the faintly ridiculous to something that verges on the sublime.

Just when you're about to give up every hope you have, yo turn around. Perched by the stairs, someone's gone and left behind /r/n a brand new pair of scarlet welly boots.

the earth's great, sonorous moan that says
you are the air of the now and gone, that says
all you love will turn to dust,
and will meet you there

I’d be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love.

Without You the world is in anguish.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last.

And someone leads the beast in on its chain
But I know you're thinking of me 'cause it's just about to rain
So I won't be afraid of anything ever again.

There is always more to learn about flatbread. This is one of the great joys of the world.

What's left to lose? You've done enough. And if you fail, well, then you fail, but not to us. 'These last three years—I know they've been hard. But now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun; even if it's alone

'Mine ability to affect an air of normalcy though artful disguise is much improved,thou must concede.'
'Aye, well, improvement is relative.'

Shadows arouse from the corners on lily-wings; back in the corner, a creature-of-darkness foretold a collapse with a threatening finger.

Now I’m causing a scene, thinking you need a reason to smile.

(we often drink coffee with cream over the abyss)

So, I listen to a lot of Jackson Browne. But if I could say - and who am I to criticize a songwriter who is my superior in every way - but, he doesn’t really address people turning into wolves in their minds enough in these songs.