We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: “Who am I?” “Why am I?” “Where am I going?” – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.
CARSON MCCULLERSWriting, for me, is a search for God.
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I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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Writing, for me, is a search for God.
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I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses.
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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 most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
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Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
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Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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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.
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People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.
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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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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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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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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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