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A family is one of nature’s solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.

Pat Conroy

Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.
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Always Anyone Can Children Mama Pretty Talk Taught Wor
I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies.
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Alien Charm Geographic Heard Inoculation Landscape Sight Smell
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
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Century Elsewhere Feel Mistake More People Person Twethies Unconciousable Vast
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
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Attention Beauty Consecrate Democrats Dignity Even Inordinate Invest She
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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Beauty Graze Indrawn Lamb Source Tide
My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.
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Bone Literature Me Mother Once Southern Summed Told Word
I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don’t mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.
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Anything Be Come Home Mean Meant Place Prosaic Sense
From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the high wire.
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Beginning Chose Explain From Invite Journey Life Make Myself Own Reader Wrote
When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Children Dad Mom Only Prisoners Took Went When
Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
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Around Baseball Bordeaux Fan Love Mouth Number Swirl Wine
Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.
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Character Fill Food Happen Page Think Unappealable Want
One does not know where love will take you.
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Know Love One Does Take
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Good Hardest Think Write
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.
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Beauty Burden Crippling Dangerous More Much Often Such Thing Too Woman
Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
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Allow Blink Eye Finger Moment Pass Should Snap Teach Time

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