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The Abyssinian (Lieutenant Fluffmeister, God, Your Majesty, etc.)
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Current Status: Hopeful. <br />
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"May she wake in torment! Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there - not in heaven - not perished - where? And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - may you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe - I know ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"<br />
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-Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights<br /><br />
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"Here there be Dragons,"<br />
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<br />"When I am king, you will be first against the wall..."<br /><br /><br />
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"...with your opinion which is of no consequence at all."
<br />My only.<br /><br />
"Watashi wa omoide ni wa naranai sa..."<br />Daemon:<br /><br />
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Nicoleus<br />
Sumatran Tiger<br />
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"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee <br />
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; <br />
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow <br />
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. <br />
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be <br />
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow <br />
And soonest our best men with thee do go <br />
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery. <br />
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, <br />
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, <br />
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well <br />
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then? <br />
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, <br />
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die."<br />
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"...Will, I used to come here in my Oxford and sit on the exact same bench whenever I wanted to be alone, just me and Pan. What I thought was that if you-- maybe just once a year-- if we could come here at the same time, just for an hour or something, that we could pretend we were close again-- because we would be close, if you sat here and I sat just here in my world--"<br />
"Yes," he said. "as long as I live, I'll come back. Wherever I am in the world, I'll come back here--"<br />
"On Midsummer Day." she said. "At midday. As long as I live. As long as I live..."<br />
He found himself unable to see, but he let the hot tears flow and just held her close.
<br />-Phillip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass - Avg. rating:
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