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.
PAT CONROYSilence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
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A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
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Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.
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I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.
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Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.
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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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One can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
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A family is one of nature’s solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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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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I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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You can be moved profoundly by other vistas, by other oceans, by soaring mountain ranges, but you can never be seduced. You can even forsake the lowcountry, renounce it for other climates, but you can never completely escape the sensuous, semitropical pull of Charleston and her marshes.
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I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
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