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That’s What Death Did, It Treated You Like A Child, Like Everything You Had Ever Thought And Done And Cared About Was Just A Child’s Game, To Be Crumpled Up And Thrown Away When It Was Over. It Didn’t Matter. Death Didn’t Respect You. Death Thought You Were Bullshit, And It Wanted To Make Sure You Knew It.

A Magician Is Strong Because He Feels Pain. He Feels The Difference Between What The World Is And What He Would Make Of It. Or What Did You Think That Stuff In Your Chest Was? A Magician Is Strong Because He Hurts More Than Others. His Wound Is His Strength.

In A Way Fighting Was Just Like Using Magic. You Said The Words, And They Altered The Universe. By Merely Speaking You Could Create Damage And Pain, Cause Tears To Fall, Drive People Away, Make Yourself Feel Better, Make Your Life Worse.

Do You Promise To Hate My Parents As Much As I Do?" "oh, Absolutely," Quentin Said. "maybe Even More.

It's Very Important, At Least To Me As A Writer, That There Be Some Rules On The Table When I'm Writing. Rules Come From Genres. You're Writing In A Genre, There Are Rules, Which Is Great Because Then You Can Break The Rules. That's When Really Exciting Things Happen.