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.
CARSON MCCULLERSDay 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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Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It’s standing in love that matters.
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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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And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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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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Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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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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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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I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
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This fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?
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Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
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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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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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A writer soon discovers he has no single identity but lives the lives of all the people he creates and his weathers are independent of the actual day around him.
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Love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.
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