I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
CARSON MCCULLERSThe xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.
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Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
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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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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
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The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
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I’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul.
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Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
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But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth?
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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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They are the we of me.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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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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For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who – one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.
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Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss.
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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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