60 Quotes About Fable


  • Author Adrienne Young
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    My mother looked at me then, with something in her eyes I’d never seen before. A reverence. As if something marvelous and at the same time harrowing had just happened. She blinked, pulling me between her and Saint, and I burrowed in, their warmth instantly making me feel like a child again.

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  • Author Adrienne Young
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    What I want is not to die alone," she said, her voice suddenly small. "I didn't really choose this life. It's just the only one I have...

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  • Author Adrienne Young
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    There was an ocean of lies dragging behind this ship. They'd killed their dredger and another helmsman's stryker. Whatever they'd done in Sowan was spreading in rumors across the Narrows. And if that wasn't enough they were running side trade under the nose or their own employer.

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  • Author Mark Miller
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    When you expect the best, one of the risks is that you will not be grounded in reality. However, optimism is not about ignoring the facts. You still need the facts. You also need people around you to tell you the truth. However, there is greater risk in expecting the worst. Pessimists will have trouble attracting followers. They will be timid and avoid risks. And the opportunity and rewards that go with that risks will forever illude the leader.

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  • Author William Golding
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    For if humanity has a future on this planet of a hundred million years, it is unthinkable that it should spend those aeons in a ferment of national self-satisfaction and chauvinistic idiocies.

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  • Author George Saunders
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    Now all these happy sites and sounds seem like triks. Now it seems like the gud times are mere lee smoke that, upon blowing away, here is the reel life, which is: rok hats, kikking, stomping.

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  • Author Kevin Ansbro
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    With his pendulous penis swinging from side to side, the beast clip-clopped up a rickety flight of stairs led by Pablo Zapata's wife, who took him through a beaded curtain into a room where a bevy of sullen women reclined on tatty sofas. A collective gasp rang out among the group and many crossed themselves in silent prayer.

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