It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
CARSON MCCULLERSMaybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
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A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
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Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry.
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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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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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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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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.
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Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
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Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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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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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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All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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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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