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Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.

Pat Conroy

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I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.

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I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
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Anyone Approve Learn never Without
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 Mean Meant Prosaic
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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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 North Simply Tacky Word
One does not know where love will take you.

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One does not know where love will take you.
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Know One Does Take
Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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Aberration Bature Flawless
Here’s what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite.
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Jew Lesbian Me Move South
I’d be a conservative if I’d never met any. They’re selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.

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I’d be a conservative if I’d never met any. They’re selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.
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Any Conservative Egocentric Mean never Reactionary Spirited
Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.

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Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.
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Happy Made Red
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?

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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?
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Blink Eye Finger Moment Pass Should Teach
No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.

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No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.
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Distort Geometry Imperfect Line
She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.

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She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
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Could Early Knew More never One South Southern Them Fragrant
Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.

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Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
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Eloquent Lie Most
Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.

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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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Holiest Porch Said
I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.

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I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
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Day One Real Still
Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it’s afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.

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Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it’s afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
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My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

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My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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