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Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.

Pat Conroy

Honor is the presence of God in man.
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God Honor Man Presence
I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.
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Always Better Hater Institution Lover Thing Would
Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that she had not desecrated by underlining her favorite sections with a ball-point pen.
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Been Bibliophile Book Except Execrably Library Treated Vlaueble
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
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Appraise Classified Ever Every Extraordinary Met Physicality Walk Woman World
There’s no word in the language I revere more than ‘teacher.’ My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I’ve honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher.
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Always Heart Language More No Refer Reverse Sing Teacher Word
I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.
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Always Am Been Go Happier Have Know Somewhere Want Where
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
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All Ask Book Everything Give Here Leave Single Word
My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.
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Bone Literature Me Mother Once Southern Summed Told Word
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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Become Change English Expression Eye Language Least Smokescreen Tongue
I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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All Always Believe Both Dream Hate Letter Love Succoncious
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
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Afternoon August Damage Gauze Inghail Later People Person Silk Street Though Walk
Political correctness has a stranglehold on academia, on feminism, and on the media. It is a form of both madness and maggotry, and has already silenced the voices of writers like James Dicky across the land.
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Across Already Correctness Land Madness Maggotry Medis Political Stranglehold
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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Genitalia Keeper Key Men Paradise Prisoner Women
I discovered that He had simply given me a different voice to praise the inexhaustible beauty of the made world.
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Beauty Different Discover Given Inexhaustible Made Praise Voice Word
Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.
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Character Fill Food Happen Page Think Unappealable Want

Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.

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Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.

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