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In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

Carson McCullers

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.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Anymore Country Dare Friend Fright Most People Person Story Sunk Write Wrote
The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Destroy Individual Inevitably Make Nation Only Reject War Xenophobic
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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Flower Most Poverty Precious Resentment
To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Atre Come From Know Place Who You
There is so much truth in children and so little self-consciousness. It always strikes me that they are so capable of losing and finding themselves and also losing and finding those things they feel close to.
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Children Consciousness Little Must Self Truth
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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All Around Can Do Tell Truth
I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?
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Agree Also Call Colour Green Same See Tree
She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.
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Cram Fall Go House Kind Loud Music Out People Place Private Sing Some Too Wish
All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
CARSON MCCULLERS

All Belong Except Loneliness Me People Too
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.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Argument Existence Left Life Little Personal Vicariously
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
Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
CARSON MCCULLERS

Applies Doctor Loathe Solely Word Yourself
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
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.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Before Everything Ferment Give Human Being Idea Men Personal Poison Some Time
She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.
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Beautiful Either Front Look Mirror One Other Stood Time Finally
But you haven’t never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Afternoon Cowhide Even God Hard Love Person Roam Same Satisfy Tough You

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

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In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

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