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Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.

Carson McCullers

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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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Being Free Given Human Life Pay Put Value Without Worth
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
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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Amidst Fragile Life Own Seem Support Wreckage Year
Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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Any Climb Come Down Hardest Part
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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Blind Dump Everybody Fellow Frazzle Meanness Mouthful Passive Stupid Wear
I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad, diet.
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Adult Bad Cut Diet Doctor Either Feel Gone Instinctively Just Meant
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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Candy Color Crystal Ever Fellow Imagine Little Music Other Piece Saddest Soft Sometimes Thing Time
I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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Always Create Essential Keen Less Live Loneliness Made People
Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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Argument Existence Left Life Little Personal Vicariously
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.
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Begin Come Flash Heart Hunter Illumination Lonely Long Phenomenon Ready Religious Search Soul Such Truth
All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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All Belong Except Loneliness Me People Too
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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Brilliant Comfortable Company Compare Complacent Country Duenna Neurotic People Person Sister
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
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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Hew Must Phantom Rock Writer
The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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Acre Candle Child Clear Darkness Fix Illimainate Memory Night Scene Surround
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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Age Ask Cast Charitable Fear Go Haunt Honest Question Together

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