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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

Carson McCullers

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
Writing, for me, is a search for God.
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God Me Search Write
I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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Blinder Past Sideway Think Time Wear
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
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
Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things.
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Being Card Declare Evening Human Library Manage Over Pass Suffer Table Thing
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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Being Care Close Else Someone Thing
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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Cram Fall Go House Kind Loud Music Out People Place Private Sing Some Too Wish
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
There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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Address Aware Book Existence Human Improvision Make Nothing Song Unfinish
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
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
When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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Do Does Know Make Other Person Understand
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
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Able Fact Fate Gave Have Own Quality Want
For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question “Who am I?” recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude.
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Attitude Fear Frustration Negative Primarily Project Question Recur Source Unanswered
I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? …They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax.
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Fall First Love Meditate Men Realize Reason Start With Women Wrong

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