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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.

Carson McCullers

As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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As Homesick Known never Often Place
We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.
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Answer Belong Each Feel Heart Identity Last Loneliness Master Own Question Spepatre Wander Way
The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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Conscious Dream Dreamer Nature Write
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
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All Country Loneliest Lonely Men Seem Sometimes
For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question “Who am I?” recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude.
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Attitude Fear Frustration Negative Primarily Project Question Recur Source Unanswered
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 bewildered soul can answer only: “Since I do not understand ‘Who I am,’ I only know what I am not.” The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate.
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Answer Bewilder Emotional Hate Incertain Incertitude Only Racial Soul Understand
Next to music beer was best.
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Beer Best Music Next
You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don’t love and don’t have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.
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All Around Bust Day Enough Excitement Loose Lost Peace Ruin Some Something Traipse Work
Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else.
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Anything Day Druge Else Left Much Night Soul Struggle Thrown Work
But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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Church Done Him Jesus Look Made Thousand Two What Year
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
It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
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Bang Better Could Jail See Wall
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
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
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

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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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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