I´m a stranger in a strange land.
CARSON MCCULLERSThis 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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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 music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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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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The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
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Next to music beer was best.
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Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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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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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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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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Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things.
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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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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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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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