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A seed grows in writing as in nature. The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.

Carson McCullers

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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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Argument Existence Left Life Little Personal Vicariously
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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Hew Must Phantom Rock Writer
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
The world is certainty a sudden place.
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Certainty One Liner Place Sudden World
The bewildered soul can answer only: “Since I do not understand ‘Who I am,’ I only know what I am not.” The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate.
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Answer Bewilder Emotional Hate Incertain Incertitude Only Racial Soul Understand
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
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
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
I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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Home Honor Periodically Renew Sense
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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Afraid Go Made Minute See She Stand Suddenly These Thing Wonder World
They are the we of me.
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Me They We
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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Bang Better Could Jail See Wall
The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses.
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Accomplish Art Author Bustling Dimension Illumination Progressive Realize Seldom Silence Until Work
Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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Any Climb Come Down Hardest Part
I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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Always Cat Climb Tree Wrong
The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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Being Beloved Curt Deep Intolearte Many Secret Truth Way

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