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I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.

Pat Conroy

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
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
One does not know where love will take you.
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Know Love One Does Take
The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.
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Could Grant Intuition Momentary Only Place Safe Sanctuary Vist
Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
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Explain Have Life Myself Only Write
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
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
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
Once I had told her that I would rather see a museum bombed than a book underlined, but she dismissed my argument as mere sentimentality. She marked her books so that stunning images and ideas would not be lost to her.
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Argument Bomb Dismiss Image Museum Once Sentimentality Stunning Told Underline
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
I can’t pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.
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Book Bookstore Burn Hand Inside Jacket Lock Next Pass Touch When Without
Losing prepares you for the heartbreak, setback, and the tragedy that you will encounter in the world more than winning ever can. By licking your wounds you learn how to avoid getting wounded the next time.
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Bheartbreak Encounter Lose More Prepare Tragedy Will Win World
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.
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Agony Difficult Force Form Good Hardest Involves Lucid Profoundly Think Writing
Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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Aberration Accident Bature Beautiful Flawless Happiness
There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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Barbecue Idea Just No South

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