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What Makes You A Real Girl Or Boy Is That No One Laughs At You. If You Are Imitation Or Unreal, The Rules Give You A Right To Exist Provided You Do What The Real Ones Or Brutes Say. What Makes You Into Me Or Charles Morgan Is That The Rules Allow All The Girls To Be Better Than Me And All The Boys Better Than Charles Morgan.

All These Things That Crib And Cab In Your Brain, In Your Imagination, Are In Fact Things That Might Well In Later Life Drive You Insane.

...if The Spell Was Off, I’d Have My Heart Eaten Before I Could Turn Around.” “don’t You Want Your Heart Eaten?” Asked The Fire. [...] “naturally I Don’t,” Sophie Answered.

Fantasy For Me As A Kid Was Real, And I Had A Fantasy About What Life Was, Whether It Was Sort Of Wicked And Dire, Or Wholly Normal, Or Whatever. Anything Really Close To Home Is Not, It Seems To Me, What A Good Book Should Be About.

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