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I discovered that He had simply given me a different voice to praise the inexhaustible beauty of the made world.

Pat Conroy

I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don’t mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.
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Anything Be Come Home Mean Meant Place Prosaic Sense
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
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
I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
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Bear Could Could Music Kill Made Memory Such Thing
We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.
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Die Enough Facemweer Men Water
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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During Easy Exhilaration Freedom Happiness Imagination Moment Remember Seem Wordless
I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies.
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Alien Charm Geographic Heard Inoculation Landscape Sight Smell
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
Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.
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Alive Happy Hook Made Red Road
American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them.
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Allowed Country Firbidenm Shed Just Tear Them Women
Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves.
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Beyond Kindness Live Quiet Teach Them Themselves Word
There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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Discriminating Loss More No Teacher Transform
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the high wire.
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Beginning Chose Explain From Invite Journey Life Make Myself Own Reader Wrote
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
Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it’s afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
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Afterimage Camera Crime Against Imprint Irreversible Itself Memory Neagtaive Obscura Rape Sleep

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