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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.

Carson McCullers

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
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
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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Cold Fall First Like Night Quiet Stillness
I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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Come Complete Follow Little Myself Piece Run
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 am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
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Alone Meant Understand Without
The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Anguish Heart Human Hunter Lonely More Search Southern
In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
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Broad Came Face Most Peace Seen Sorrowful Very Wise
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
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
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Been Just Long Time Trouble
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
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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Born Familiar Foreign Strange Urge
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
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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Author Chain Come Creation Episode Fear From Chance Horror Life One Small Start Work
Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
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Candy Color Crystal Ever Fellow Imagine Little Music Other Piece Saddest Soft Sometimes Thing Time
Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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Compassion Generator Good Love Main Passion Thing Together Welded Writing

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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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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