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Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

Pat Conroy

I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.
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Born Carolina Carry Sunshine Country Dark Gold Ink Island Low Raised Sea
Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst.
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Amor Feel Let Pleasure Put Queen Taste Torture
It’s impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky’ is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
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Ever Explain God Impossible Need North Simply Tacky Word
Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak-and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…
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Another Btole Water Fourth Near Porpoise Roll Third Toward Us
I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
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Anyone Approve Learn Live never Without
The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.
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Both Defeatism Fuel Intricate Mechanism Mind Run Victory
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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Beauty Graze Indrawn Lamb Source Tide
She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
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Camouflage Her History Kept Master Mirror Own Pace Seem She Strategy Well
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
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
Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.
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Civilization Death Each Divorce Smal
I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
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Day Knowledge Life Live Man Old One Real Start Still Terrible Wait
Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn’t know he was Ernest Hemingway when he was a young man.
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Country Do Hemingway Knew Old People Person Think Writer Year
The Storied South , is a love song to the South Bill helped illuminate. It’s a crowning achievement of his own storied career.
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Achievement Career Help Illuminate Song South Story
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
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

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

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