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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.

Carson McCullers

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
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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Child Country Live Man No Plenty Rich Spare Want Woman World
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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Chair Diddling Doctor Dreadful God Hand Look Stretch Table Thing Undress Wash Window
After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.
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After Belong Come Establishment Found Identity Imperative Larger Lose never Sense Separateness Something
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
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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Homesick Known Most never Place
I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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Home Honor Periodically Renew Sense
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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Hew Must Phantom Rock Writer
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
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Cheat Like Nobody Out Same Feel She Take
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
The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
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Child Heart Nody Ordinary Peach Seed Shrink Swell Thing Until
As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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As Homesick Known never Often Place
I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
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Better Country God Hemingway Know More People Person
Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.
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Bridge Lead Love Paradox Personal Sense
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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Arm Around Hard Leg Music Salt She Very
The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?
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Conscious Courage Dreamer Great Humility Imagine Love Must Nature Profession Writer

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