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Voice of Reason

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“Unless a drop of water is consumed by the day's heat and rises to the heavens, it cannot bring forth its nourishing rain upon the earth— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber Life has little meaning without a place to protect and loved ones to come home to. Find your home, Nicholas. Fill it with the laughter of many children, for it is there that you will find your greatest happiness and your greatest reward— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber What more could a man want than a good conscience, good friends, and a woman as lovely as you— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber If it be a vision, it will not let loose of you, for it may depend on you for its completion— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber Who can stand against his conscience and live honorably? The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber What is goodness without strength? The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber Trust is a hard thing to come by… but it comes easier between friends— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber The world is a living, moving thing, but it should not confuse us. Though it can be unpredictable, its wonders can be understood and made certain. To the one who takes the time to observe what is, what is not, and what can be, the world is no longer magical but familiar— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber There is no joy in war. And yet we are more than happy to welcome it as a friend when it suits our purpose— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber That is the natural order of his world. If you are good to him, he may return the favor. If not, he may leave a lump of coal in your bedroll— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber I said there was not much magic in the world— but there is some. One day, we elves will discover how the trees do this. Then it will no longer be magic— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber We will now become as those of other nations. We will live short, pithy lives, and our years will be as a vapor and a mist. This, too, is a pity— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber Today, I am found to be a killer. I would be any man who is not so— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber All men must examine their actions, whether good or bad. But do not let this one event lead you into the dark places where there is weeping and the gnashing of teeth. For in the dark places, there is no wise council— especially your own. Seek the light, Nicholas, and stay amongst friends, for they will not let you slink into those places where you think you belong— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber You are not a man of war, Nicholas— we have determined this. The sleigh is the right place for you. Just keep your speed and do not let the powder fall upon you, and you’ll be fine,” he chuckled. And don’t hurt my reindeer— The Winter King: The Rise of Nicholas by Mark Streuber”

“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”

“If I had a drink, I’d drink to that— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber That sounds serious. You should see a doctor for that— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber That’s how it is for us girls… No matter how much talent we have, most of us girls are just a feature away from famous— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber We work our butts off night after night and give the audience everything we have. And when the show is over, and we take off all those pretty costumes, what happens to us? We walk out that stage door, and we dissolve into a crowd of nameless faces— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber For me, the best girl is the one you can be at ease with— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber We still have a few things to iron out… You’ll need a big iron! — White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber As long as we can stop and get a massage afterward. My feet are killing me… Your feet are killing me, too! — White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber Can I get you a drink, Grandpa?… You’re a little young to get the drink I need— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber The reason I say the war took him is because it didn’t give him back. The man who went away to war was not the man who came back from war. Somewhere on those battlefields in Europe, I lost the man I loved, and he never really came back to me— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber If the Army taught me anything, it’s that sometimes we advance and sometimes we retreat, but we all need to hear the same bugle call— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber War affects us all, not just the ones who were there— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber We were soldiers. We didn’t fight in the same battles, but we fought in the same war. We laid our lives on the line every day for our country, even though it cost us dearly. We’re brothers in arms, you see. And when one brother is down, we pick him up, because we know that when we’re down he’ll pick us up. That’s what brothers do— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber If you want to win a man, sometimes you need to give him the full-court press before some other gal does— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber A woman needs to know you’re interested, or she’ll think you’re not— White Christmas Homecoming by Mark Streuber”

“Percy, let me go" she croaked. "You can't pull me up." His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless. "Never," he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. "The other side, Nico! We'll see you there. Understand?" Nico's eyes widened. "But-" "Lead them!" Percy shouted. "Promise me!" "I-I will." Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess. Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth's wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. "We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again." Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. "As long as we're together," she said. She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw sunlight far, far above- maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. Then Percy let go of his ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.”

“Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever.”