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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.

Truman Capote

The wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
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Leaving Remember Talk Voice Wind
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
You can’t blame a writer for what the characters say.
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Blame Character Talk Writing
Really being friends is the most important part, I think, of any relationship.
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Friendship Important Myself Relationship Thinking
A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That’s why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.
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Conversation Goodness Intelligence Scarcity Talk
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
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Quiet Reply Voice
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
There is only one unpardonable sin–deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
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Cruelty Forgiveness Mistake Sin
In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.
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Bloom Break Flower Garden Nature Voice Yourself
There is nobody in the world that you can’t get if you really concentrate on it, if you really want them. You’ve got to want it to the exclusion of everything else.
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Concentration Focus World Yourself
It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something
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Believe Death Deep End God
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
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Act Bad Goodness Life Play Writing
A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.
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Art Magic Mathematics Mystery Science Work
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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Future Myself Past Talk
Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
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Believe Better Country Disappearance Goodness Live Luck
The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
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Law Live Problem Protection

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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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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