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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.

Carson McCullers

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It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
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Bang Better Could Jail See Wall
The world is certainty a sudden place.
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Certainty One Liner Place Sudden World
The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
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Brave Cause Experience Lover Only Pain Possible Relation
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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Flower Most Poverty Precious Resentment
I´m a stranger in a strange land.
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Land Strange
Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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Argument Existence Left Life Little Personal Vicariously
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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Being Curt Deep Intolerable Love Many Secret State Truth
I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?
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Agree Also Call Colour Green Same See Tree
The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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Acre Candle Child Clear Darkness Fix Illimainate Memory Night Scene Surround
I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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Blinder Past Sideway Think Time Wear
The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
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Determine Himself Love Lover Quality Solely Value
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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Cram Fall Go House Kind Loud Music Out People Place Private Sing Some Too Wish
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.
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Blind Dump Everybody Fellow Frazzle Meanness Mouthful Passive Stupid Wear
It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
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Broden Cause Cold Ecstasy Fright Heart Listen Music
Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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Country Death Game Great People Sleeve Trick
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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Artificial Estrange Lonely Long Love More Natural Right Social Southern Spiritual System Think

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