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The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.

Carson McCullers

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
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
I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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Could Know Real Think Want
People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.
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Are Change Hand Milly Overnight People Profitable Something Taken They Unless Very While Willy Worth
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
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
For you see, when us people who know run into each other that’s an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That’s a bad thing. It’s happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.
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Each Other Event Almost Happen Know never People See
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
They are the we of me.
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Me They We
I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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Always Cat Climb Tree Wrong
We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: “Who am I?” “Why am I?” “Where am I going?” – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.
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Age Ask Cast Charitable Fear Go Haunt Honest Question Together
Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It’s standing in love that matters.
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Essential Fall Love Matter Stand Thing World
I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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Always Create Essential Keen Less Live Loneliness Made People
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
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
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

The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.

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