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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.

Pat Conroy

And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
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Being Blame Get Men Quite Recurrent Talk Theme Way When Women
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
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
A family is one of nature’s solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
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Dissolve Family Nature One Rainwater Salt Soluble Time
My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
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Book Companionship Ease Found Rest Soul
My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.
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Attraction Ceaseless Center Current Run Story
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Good Hardest Think Write
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
One does not know where love will take you.
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Know Love One Does Take
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
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
Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
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Decide God Kill Man Prince Tide Wonder
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
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Century Elsewhere Feel Mistake More People Person Twethies Unconciousable Vast
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
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

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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