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" She shrugged and flipped her glossy hair behind her shoulders. " What else do you have to do with your time besides think about stuff like this? It's not like you're real heavy into extracurriculars. Besides, you're all, like, goth and into the dead, right?" Alona Dare, queen of the insult-compliment. " Wow. Thanks. Anyone ever tell you you're good with people?" She frowned. " No." " Good. I'm not goth." " Your hair is black, you have piercings, you wear black all the time and act all freaky-" " My hair is naturally this color. I have three earings in one ear, that's it. This shirt" -I tugged at the fabric across my chest- " is navy blue, and if I act weird all the time, it's because of ghosts like you. "
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" Fear envelops bones like new skin,
envelops blood with night’s skin,
the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -
it is not your hair but the terror in your head,
like long hair made of vertical nails,
and what you see are not shattered streets,
but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,
your frustrated infinity, again the city comes
crashing down: in your silence, only water’s threat
is heard, and in the water
drowned horses gallop through your death. "
― Pablo Neruda , The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
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" I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: " C-Students from Yale." George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka Christians, and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or PPs, the medical term for smart, personable people who have no consciences.To say somebody is a PP is to make a perfectly respectable diagnosis, like saying he or she has appendicitis or athlete's foot . . .PPs are presentable, they know full well the suffering their actions may cause others, but they do not care. They cannot care because they are nuts. They have a screw loose! . . .So many of these heartless PPs now hold big jobs in our federal government, as though they were leaders instead of sick. They have taken charge of communications and the schools, so we might as well be Poland under occup "
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" As you might expect, the geographical location of the capital of Fairyland is fickle and has a rather short temper. I'm afraid the whole thing moves around according to the needs of narrative.'
September put her persimmon down in the long grass. 'What in the world does that mean?'
'I ... I SUSPECT it means that if we ACT like the kind of folk who would find a Fairy city whilst on various adventures involving tricksters, magical shoes, and hooliganism, it will come to us.'
September blinked. 'Is that how things are done here?'
'Isn't that how they're done in your world?'
September thought for a long moment. She thought of how children who acted politely were often treated as good and trustworthy, even if they pulled your hair and made fun of your name when grownups weren't around. She thought of how her father acted like a soldier, strict and plain and organized -- and how the army came for him. She thought of how her mother acted strong and happy even when she was sad, and so no one offered to help her, to make casseroles or watch September after school or come over for gin rummy and tea. And she thought of how she had acted just like a child in a story about Fairyland, discontent and complaining, and how the Green Wind had come for her, too.
'I suppose that is how things are done in my world. It's hard to see it, though, on the other side. "
― Catherynne M. Valente , The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (Fairyland, #1)
