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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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We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
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Leaving Sky Time Understand
Are the dead as lonesome as the living?
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Dead Live Lonely One Liner Philosophy Spiritual
I always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning. Then I go back to the beginning. I mean, it’s always nice to know where you’re going is my theory.
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Beginning Book End Myself Theory Writing
Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.
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Greatness Growth Patience Time
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
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Believe Funny Myself Scissor
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
Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.
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Imagination Key Open Terrorism Walk
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
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
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
Good writing is rewriting.
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Goodness One Liner Writing
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
The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
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Law Live Problem Protection
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
Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
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Book Breathe Goodness Hard Myself Thinking
Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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Feeling Home Myself

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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