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But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

Carson McCullers

A seed grows in writing as in nature. The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
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Between Develop Go Grow Labor Nature Seed Struggle Them Uncoincuiious
Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
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Bourbon Drink First Master Morning Musical Nothing Pour Sound Sunday
For you see, when us people who know run into each other that’s an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That’s a bad thing. It’s happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.
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Each Other Event Almost Happen Know never People See
The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Anguish Heart Human Hunter Lonely More Search Southern
We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: “Who am I?” “Why am I?” “Where am I going?” – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.
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Age Ask Cast Charitable Fear Go Haunt Honest Question Together
Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
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Artificial Estrange Lonely Long Love More Natural Right Social Southern Spiritual System Think
This music was her-the real plain her…This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard.
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Arm Around Hard Leg Music Salt She Very
I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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Blinder Past Sideway Think Time Wear
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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Cold Fall First Like Night Quiet Stillness
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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Hew Must Phantom Rock Writer
They are the we of me.
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Me They We
I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
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Difference Less Lonely Look Make People Think
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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Children Delicate Heart Organ Small
Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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Any Climb Come Down Hardest Part
The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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Beat Enough Hurt Listen Rabbit Symphony Terrible Whole World
All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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All Belong Except Loneliness Me People Too

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