she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as they had nourished her.
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People should decide on the books' meanings for themselves. They'll find a story that attacks such things as cruelty, oppression, intolerance, unkindn...
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Dust is not a constant. There’s not a fixed quantity that has always been the same. Conscious beings make Dust—they renew it all the time, by thinking...
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Tolkien, who created this marvellous vehicle, doesn't go anywhere in it. He just sits where he is. What I mean by that is that he always seems to be l...
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He let her do it, then looked around for his fingers. There they were, curled like a bloody quotation mark on the lead. He laughed.
