I´m a stranger in a strange land.
CARSON MCCULLERSIn his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
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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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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
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I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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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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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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We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: “Who am I?” “Why am I?” “Where am I going?” – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.
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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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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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There is so much truth in children and so little self-consciousness. It always strikes me that they are so capable of losing and finding themselves and also losing and finding those things they feel close to.
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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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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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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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