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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.

Carson McCullers

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But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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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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You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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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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His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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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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The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
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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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justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
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A seed grows in writing as in nature. 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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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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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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The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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