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“Find strength in your heartbeat, than weakness with a beat heart. Take each breath as another chance, and love for a new day.”

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“You alarm me!' said the King. 'I feel faint—Give me a ham sandwich!' On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it greedily. 'Another sandwich!' said the King. 'There's nothing but hay left now,' the Messenger said, peeping into the bag. 'Hay, then,' the King murmured in a faint whisper. Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. 'There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away. 'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested: 'or some sal-volatile.' 'I didn't say there was nothing better,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing like it.' Which Alice did not venture to deny.”

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Book:Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There
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“I was the chief of security on this civilian behemoth. Yes, that’s right – I used a big word – try not to faint. I was one of the mostly invisible shepherds protecting the gilded flock of holidaymakers on their pleasure cruise through space. Most of the time it was boring, tedious work with nothing more exciting than the occasional case of misplaced luggage, passengers getting lost in the miles of corridor asking for directions, and just being visible to the passengers to put their minds at ease and make them think they were safe. Safe? Ha ha! This is space, man – anything can happen. Finding my shuttle out here proves that.”

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Book:Space Vacation
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“A scream starts in my gut—I can feel the cut, smell the dirt, leaves in my hair. I don’t remember passing out. David says I hit my head on the edge of the table on my way down. The nurse calls my mom because I need stitches. The doctor stares into the back of my eyes with a bright light. Can she read the thoughts hidden there? If she can, what will she do? Call the cops? Send me to the nuthouse? Do I want her to? I just want to sleep. The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away. It won’t. I’ll need brain surgery to cut it out of my head.”

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Book:Speak
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“Stay inside the carriage,” Rohan said. “I’ll go inside and inquire as to Ramsay’s whereabouts.” He gave Merripen a hard look. “Don’t leave Miss Hathaway unattended even for a second. It’s dangerous at this time of night.” “It’s early evening,” Amelia protested. “And we’re in the West End, amid crowds of well-dressed gentlemen. How dangerous could it be?” “I’ve seen those well-dressed gentlemen do things that would make you faint to hear of them.” “I never faint,” Amelia said indignantly. Rohan’s smile was a flash of white in the shadowed interior of the carriage.”

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Book:Mine Till Midnight
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