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If he failed, it was with honor.In his name we all dwellin CamelotLong after the towers fall,and merlins nestin the ruined stones.
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Fiction is like wrestling with angels-you do not expect to win, but you do expect to come away from the experience changed.
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Read to me riddles and read to me rhymesRead to me stories of magical timesRead to me tales about castles and kingsRead to me stories of fabulous thingsRead to me pirates and read to me knightsRead to me dragons and dragon-book fightsRead to me spaceships and cowboys and thenWhen you are finished– please read them again.
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1. Write every day2. Write what interests you.3. Write for the child inside of you. (Or the adult, if you are writing adult books.)4. Write with honest emotion5. Be careful of being facile6. Be wary of preaching7. Be prepared for serendipityFinally I would remind you of something that Churchill told a group of school boys: "Never give up. Never give up. Never, never, never give up.
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Do not expect too much from your child and she will grow in your love... But if you push her too much, you will push her away. A child is not yours to own but to raise. She may not be what you will have her to be, but she will be what she has to be. Remember what they say, that 'Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish.
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You can only chase a butterfly for so long.
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We write not just to show off, not just to tell, or only to have written. We write to know ourselves.
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She left two mermaid tears, crystals with a bit of salt embedded in them, on his pillow.
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Rising only to the edge of her waist — for she knew full well how the sight of a tail affects mortal men — the mermaid showed the prince her shell-like breasts, her pearly skin, the phosphorescence of her hair. She held a webbed hand over her mouth, her fingers as slim as the ribs of a fan. Then she pulled her hand away, displaying her smile. She was well trained in the arts of seduction, as was he. Royalty abounds in it.
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