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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

Carson McCullers

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What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religious phenomenon.
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After Come Hour Illumination Keep Phenomena Ready Search Soul Source Yet
A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear-and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed-stupid and mean.
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Blind Dump Everybody Fellow Frazzle Meanness Mouthful Passive Stupid Wear
A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
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Beautiful Extravagant Love Most Object Person Poison Seldom Wild
To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!
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Another Arm Comfort Desperate Find Fire Hunger Hunter Last Light Lonely Neon Some
The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
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Child Heart Nody Ordinary Peach Seed Shrink Swell Thing Until
Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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Cloud Men Miserable Rock Should Tree Wonder
The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.
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Destroy Individual Inevitably Make Nation Only Reject War Xenophobic
Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.
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Courage Great Humility Imagination Love Take
It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
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Been Before Each never Other Thing Walk
If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.
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Around Feel Much Nothing Seem Sweat Thing Time Value Tried Work
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
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Able Fact Fate Gave Have Own Quality Want
You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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Come Detail Know Lot Real Something Store
There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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Address Aware Book Existence Human Improvision Make Nothing Song Unfinish
When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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Do Does Know Make Other Person Understand
Writing, for me, is a search for God.
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God Me Search Write
I once wrote a story about a writer who could not write anymore, and my friend Tennessee Williams said, ‘How could you dare write that story, it’s the most frightening work I have ever read.’ I was pretty well sunk while I was writing it.
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Anymore Country Dare Friend Fright Most People Person Story Sunk Write Wrote
The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
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Determine Himself Love Lover Quality Solely Value
After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.
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After Belong Come Establishment Found Identity Imperative Larger Lose never Sense Separateness Something
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 Idea Labor Seed Struggle Them Unconcious
The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
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Been Just Long Time Trouble
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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Born Familiar Foreign Strange Urge
The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
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Color Convolution Design Distilled Drawn Experience Intellect Mind Richer Sense Tapestry Woven
Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons–throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.
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Before Everything Ferment Give Human Being Idea Men Personal Poison Some Time
I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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Come Complete Follow Little Myself Piece Run
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.
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Begin Come Flash Heart Hunter Illumination Lonely Long Phenomenon Ready Religious Search Soul Such Truth
Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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Argument Existence Left Life Little Personal Vicariously
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

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