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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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I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.
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Along Beauty Book Born Movement Music Painting Poem Rhyme Sory Write
Faulkner didn’t know he was William Faulkner. But they had to take the first step. They had to call themselves writers. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. It takes courage. But it’s necessary
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Country Courage First Necessary People Person Revolutionary Step Themselves
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
Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.
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Always Anyone Can Children Mama Pretty Talk Taught Wor
There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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Discriminating Loss More No Teacher Transform
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
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
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Agony Away Being Mne Pity Quite Recurrent Self Take Theme
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
I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Always Defensible Found Paranoia Perfectly Position
I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
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Before Bewilder Face Future Immensity Moon Ocean Spread Stood
Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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Beach Come Country Earth Holiest Music Place Porch Said Sound
I loved my parents… but that can never change the fact that my father’s violence ruined my childhood.
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Change Childhood Fact Father Love never Parent Run Violence
I’d be a conservative if I’d never met any. They’re selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.
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Any Bore Conservative Egocentric Mean never Reactionary Selfish Spirited
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
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Attention Beauty Consecrate Democrats Dignity Even Inordinate Invest She
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
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Again Chamber End never Once Over Play Quester Travel Voyage
Honor is the presence of God in man.
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God Honor Man Presence

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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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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