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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

Carson McCullers

As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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As Homesick Known never Often Place
Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
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Bourbon Drink First Master Morning Musical Nothing Pour Sound Sunday
I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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Home Honor Periodically Renew Sense
The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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Being Beloved Curt Deep Intolearte Many Secret Truth Way
I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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Come Complete Follow Little Myself Piece Run
The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?
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Conscious Courage Dreamer Great Humility Imagine Love Must Nature Profession Writer
The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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Desire Herat Hunter Loney Only
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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Anything Day Druge Else Left Much Night Soul Struggle Thrown Work
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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Around Create Discover Identity Live People Single Soon Weather Independent Writer
You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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Come Detail Know Lot Real Something Store
This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings.
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Country Dark Daytime Feel Herself Hot Night People Plan Sun Walk
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
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
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All Country Loneliest Lonely Men Seem Sometimes
She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
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Afraid Go Made Minute See She Stand Suddenly These Thing Wonder World
If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.
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Around Feel Much Nothing Seem Sweat Thing Time Value Tried Work
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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Arm Around Hard Leg Music Salt She Very

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