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" Let’s all forsake,
The Land of Wake,
And break for the Land of Nod.
Where we can try,
To touch the sky,
Or dance beneath the sod.
A toll for the living,
A toll for the lost,
A toll for the wise ones,
Who tally the cost,
So let’s escape,
Due south of Wake,
And make for the Land of Nod. "
― Neal Shusterman , Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe, #2)
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" I can communicate in 6,909 living and dead languages. I can have more than fifteen billion simultaneous conversations, and be fully engaged in every single one. I can be eloquent, and charming, funny, and endearing, speaking the words you most need to hear, at the exact moment you need to hear them.
Yet even so, there are unthinkable moments where I can find no words, in any language, living or dead.
And in those moments, if I had a mouth, I might open it to scream. "
― Neal Shusterman , Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe, #2)