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"Would you ever forgive me for that accident, for the death of your sister; would you ever forgive me, for I could never forgive myself."

'Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.'

"Oh, do, I insist," Galinda said, "for a lark. I've never seen you in something pretty." "I don't wear pretty things."