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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 McCullers

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
Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss.
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Basket Bottle Corruption Fruit Grape Look Loss Meanness Product Profit Room Wine
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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Amidst Fragile Life Own Seem Support Wreckage Year
The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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Desire Herat Hunter Loney Only
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
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 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 fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear-and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed-stupid and mean.
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Blind Dump Everybody Fellow Frazzle Meanness Mouthful Passive Stupid Wear
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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Children Delicate Heart Organ Small
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
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
the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
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Loneliness Mar Need Way
Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry.
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Another Even Individual Love Nature Open Personality Poetry Relation Respond Way Write
Love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.
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Experience Fact Involve Joint Love People Person Similiar
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.
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Between Develop Go Grow Labor Nature Seed Struggle Them Uncoincuiious
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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After Come Hour Illumination Keep Phenomena Ready Search Soul Source Yet

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.

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