She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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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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Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
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Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
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They are the we of me.
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Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
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I´m a stranger in a strange land.
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Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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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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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religious phenomenon.
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The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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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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But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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