He knew its weight and the smoothness of the stone and the way the silversmith had folded the metal over more closely at the corner where the stone was chipped, and he knew how the chipped corner had worn smooth, because he had run his fingers over it many, many times, years and years ago in his boyhood in the sagelands of his native country. (Chapter Ten, The Subtle Knife.)
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Out of the little grove, away from the baffled Specters, out of the valley, past the mighty form of his old companion the armor-clad bear, the last little scrap of the consciousness that had been the aeronaut Lee Scoresby floated upward, just as his great balloon had done so many times. Untroubled by the flares and the bursting shells, deaf to the explosions and the shouts and cries of anger and warning and pain, conscious only of his movement upward, the last of Lee Scoresby passed through the heavy clouds and came out under the brilliant stars, where the atoms of his beloved dæmon, Hester, were waiting for him.
The Amber Spyglass, Ch. 31 "Authority's End"
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Get down now. You’re so heavy. I can’t do this.
Don’t say that! I beg you. My legs are about to fall off. Carry me a little longer.
Why did you dance so much if you were in so much pain?
I don’t know. When you looked at me like that…I just felt like competing with you.
RRR, dir. S.S. Rajamouli [2022]
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Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
-Richard Siken, Little Beast
RRR, dir. S.S. Rajamouli [2022]
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