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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.

Carson McCullers

The bewildered soul can answer only: “Since I do not understand ‘Who I am,’ I only know what I am not.” The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate.
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Answer Bewilder Emotional Hate Incertain Incertitude Only Racial Soul Understand
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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Bad Blankness Could Even Few Her Hut Last Must Left Note Remember She Symphony
There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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Address Aware Book Existence Human Improvision Make Nothing Song Unfinish
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
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
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Cheat Like Nobody Out Same Feel She Take
How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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Behind Dead Left Soul Truly
To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!
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Another Arm Comfort Desperate Find Fire Hunger Hunter Last Light Lonely Neon Some
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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Children Delicate Heart Organ Small
Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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Frame Jail Jesus Live Today
The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Anguish Heart Human Hunter Lonely More Search Southern
The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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Conscious Dream Dreamer Nature Write
I´m a stranger in a strange land.
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Land Strange
The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
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Child Heart Nody Ordinary Peach Seed Shrink Swell Thing Until
I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? …They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax.
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Fall First Love Meditate Men Realize Reason Start With Women Wrong
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.
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Beautiful Either Front Look Mirror One Other Stood Time Finally
The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses.
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Accomplish Art Author Bustling Dimension Illumination Progressive Realize Seldom Silence Until Work

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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