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“He liked the way the obsidian reflected his light, the way its slick surfaces caught fire as he passed. Of course, he did not consider how black it would be when he was gone. My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known?”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“It’s all just in our heads.â€�

“Who cares if it’s all in our heads?�

Finally she looked at me, frowning.

“Who cares?â€� I said. “Yes, it’s all in my head. But pain is ‘all in my headâ€� too. Love is ‘all in my head.â€� All the things that matter in life are the things you can’t measure! The things our brains make up! Being made-up doesn’t make them unimportant.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Lies of the Beholder

“How does it happen, thought Ciri, what can it be ascribed to, that in all worlds, places and times, in all languages and dialects that one word always sounds comprehensible? And always similar?

"Yes. I must ride to my mamma. My mamma is waiting for me.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Pani Jeziora