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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?

Pat Conroy

She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
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Camouflage Her History Kept Master Mirror Own Pace Seem She Strategy Well
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
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Agony Away Being Mne Pity Quite Recurrent Self Take Theme
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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Beauty Graze Indrawn Lamb Source Tide
I wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better to go at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing the unmarked bottle, always choosing your own unproven method, armed with nothing but faith and a belief in astonishment.
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Always Arouse Become Better Explore Know Nothing Seeker Want
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
But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.
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Army Compassion Deserter Discipline Family Offer Out Reprisal Walk
Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
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Explain Have Life Myself Only Write
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
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Desert Journey Life Music Through Without
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
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All Ask Book Everything Give Here Leave Single Word
Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that she had not desecrated by underlining her favorite sections with a ball-point pen.
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Been Bibliophile Book Except Execrably Library Treated Vlaueble
And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
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Being Blame Get Men Quite Recurrent Talk Theme Way When Women
Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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Ache Beautiful Hide Hurt Man Music Place Suffer
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
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Afternoon August Damage Gauze Inghail Later People Person Silk Street Though Walk
Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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Beach Come Country Earth Holiest Music Place Porch Said Sound
It’s impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky’ is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
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Ever Explain God Impossible Need North Simply Tacky Word

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