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justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.

Carson McCullers

It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
CARSON MCCULLERS

Been Before Each never Other Thing Walk
I once wrote a story about a writer who could not write anymore, and my friend Tennessee Williams said, ‘How could you dare write that story, it’s the most frightening work I have ever read.’ I was pretty well sunk while I was writing it.
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Anymore Country Dare Friend Fright Most People Person Story Sunk Write Wrote
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
The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
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Area Childhood Darkness Light Memories Shut Space Stranger
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
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
I´m a stranger in a strange land.
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Land Strange
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
There is so much truth in children and so little self-consciousness. It always strikes me that they are so capable of losing and finding themselves and also losing and finding those things they feel close to.
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Children Consciousness Little Must Self Truth
As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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As Homesick Known never Often Place
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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Color Convolution Design Distilled Drawn Experience Intellect Mind Richer Sense Tapestry Woven
I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
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Difference Less Lonely Look Make People Think
The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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Beat Enough Hurt Listen Rabbit Symphony Terrible Whole World
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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Hew Must Phantom Rock Writer
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
The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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Acre Candle Child Clear Darkness Fix Illimainate Memory Night Scene Surround

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