Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.
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I´m a stranger in a strange land.
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What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religious phenomenon.
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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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I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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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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The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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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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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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