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Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.

Pat Conroy

Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompanies the reader forever from that day forward is part of literature’s profligate generosity.
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Book Both Competition Emptiness End Feel Few Thing Great Indwelling Linger Longer
Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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Book Lie Live Silence Tale Thing Vow
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
Good writing … 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 Fit Force Good Human Into Kucid Profound Thought Tight Write
I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.
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Any Feel Happen Once Only Other Say Skin Think Way When Young
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 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
Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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Back Everything Know Must Nothing Tell
When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Children Dad Mom Only Prisoners Took Went When
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
Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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Best Describe Humanity Inhumanity
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
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
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
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
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story

Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.

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