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I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.

Pat Conroy

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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Genitalia Keeper Key Men Paradise Prisoner Women
I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
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Bear Could Could Music Kill Made Memory Such Thing
Good writing … involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.
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Agony Difficult Fit Force Good Human Into Kucid Profound Thought Tight Write
I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.
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Along Beauty Book Born Movement Music Painting Poem Rhyme Sory Write
I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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All Always Believe Both Dream Hate Letter Love Succoncious
Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst.
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Amor Feel Let Pleasure Put Queen Taste Torture
The Storied South , is a love song to the South Bill helped illuminate. It’s a crowning achievement of his own storied career.
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Achievement Career Help Illuminate Song South Story
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
Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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Aberration Accident Bature Beautiful Flawless Happiness
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
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
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Desert Journey Life Music Through Without
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
We die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet.
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Alcohol Away Blood Exploit Heart Liver Eaten Outlet Pressure Sie Women
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Good Hardest Think Write
The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life. I wanted to follow Mr. Monte around for the rest of my life, learning everything he wished to share of impart, but I didn’t know how to ask.
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Aspect Embrace Fill Great Hope Life Reason Shower Teacher Thousand
South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
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Cult South State

I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.

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I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.

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