The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
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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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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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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’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul.
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You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons–throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.
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A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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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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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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This music was her-the real plain her…This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard.
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We live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want.
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I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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