54 Quotes by Bruce Coville

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    Time becomes very weird. Sometimes it seems as if the hours are rushing by in a blur, the moment of performance hurtling toward me. Other times the clock seems to poke along like a sloth with chronic fatigue syndrome.

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    But, really, why does anyone create? You feel a... a restlessness inside, a need to make something new, something no one has ever seen before. You want to add to the beauty and the richness of the world with a gift, an offering that is uniquely yours. It’s an act of selfishness and generosity, all rolled into one.

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    All these guys picking on smart kids and calling them geeks and dweebs are going to grow up and want to know why they don’t do something about the terrible state the world is in. I can tell you why. By the time they grow up, most of the kids who realy could have changed things are wrecked.

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    Chains,” said the Tinker, coming up behind her. “They bind us, whether we want them to or not. But a heart without chains would have nothing to hold it, might simply blow away.

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    Hey, Geekoid!” yelled Duncan Dougal, “Why do you read so much? Don’t you know how to watch TV?

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    Odds of a worm migration coming this way – about a billion to one. Odds of Elspeth improving her behavior without help – about the same. Sleep well, young friends.

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    Sometimes when you mend a chain, the place where you fix it is strongest of all... Never was a chain that couldn’t be broken. Sometimes its even a good idea.

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    Still, the painful death of that unicorn had been satisfying to watch.

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    Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don’t understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.

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