The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
CARSON MCCULLERSFalling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It’s standing in love that matters.
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Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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There are corporations worth billions of dollars – and hundreds of thousands of people who don’t get to eat.
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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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It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
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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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The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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This fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?
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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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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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All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
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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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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
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Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
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