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There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Truman Capote

Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.
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Dreams Herself Home Oneself Reading Road Start Walk
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
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Believe Funny Myself Scissor
Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.
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Bad Difference Fun Goodness Myself Stop True Writing
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.
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Advice Boundary Brain Heart Love Rise Surface Weight
It’s a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.
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Life Paper Pieces Reach Tired
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
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Born Law Learning Music Painting Perspective Writing Yourself
A man who doesn’t dream is like a man who doesn’t sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.
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Dreams Man Poison Store
Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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Feeling Home Myself
It’s better to look at the sky than live there.
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Better Deep Live Sky
I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.
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Country Prefer Simplicity Writing
If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there’s no point in it….for me, every act of the art of solving a mystery.
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Art Artist Myself Mystery
Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.
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Listening Secret Trouble
There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.
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Darkness Gold Morning Nature Rise Sky Sun
One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it’s going to be told.
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Difficult Myself Novel View Writing
And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
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Breathe Moments Rain
Good writing is rewriting.
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Goodness One Liner Writing

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

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