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It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.

Carson McCullers

All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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All Around Can Do Tell Truth
Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
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Fel Different Maybe Thing Understanding Way Word Write
The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
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Between Develop Idea Labor Seed Struggle Them Unconcious
I once wrote a story about a writer who could not write anymore, and my friend Tennessee Williams said, ‘How could you dare write that story, it’s the most frightening work I have ever read.’ I was pretty well sunk while I was writing it.
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Anymore Country Dare Friend Fright Most People Person Story Sunk Write Wrote
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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Agree Also Call Colour Green Same See Tree
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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Before Everything Ferment Give Human Being Idea Men Personal Poison Some Time
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
I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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Could Know Real Think Want
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
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
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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Around Create Discover Identity Live People Single Soon Weather Independent Writer
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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Children Consciousness Little Must Self 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
The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
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Been Just Long Time Trouble
Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.
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Courage Great Humility Imagination Love Take
Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
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Artificial Estrange Lonely Long Love More Natural Right Social Southern Spiritual System Think

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