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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.

Pat Conroy

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
One of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.
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Born Family Get Gift Greatest One Unhappy Writer
Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
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Decide God Kill Man Prince Tide Wonder
Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.
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Anyone Genuine Greatest Hero Know Must Need Symoatheic Understand Well
You touch them as they quiver with a divine pleasure. You read them and they fall asleep to happy dreams for the next 10 years. If you do them the favor of understanding them, of taking in their portions of grief and wisdom, then they settle down in contented residence in your heart.
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Asleep Down Dream Grief Happy Kindness Portion Quicker Settle Touch Wisdom Word
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 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
You do not learn how to write novels in a writing program. You learn how by leading an interesting life. Open yourself up to all experience. Let life pour through you the way light pours through leaves.
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Interesting Learn Life Novel Program Write
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
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
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
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Allow Blink Eye Finger Moment Pass Should Snap Teach Time
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
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Desert Journey Life Music Through Without
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
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Appraise Classified Ever Every Extraordinary Met Physicality Walk Woman World
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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Become Change English Expression Eye Language Least Smokescreen Tongue
Love’s action. It isn’t talk and it never has been.
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Action Beem Love never Talk

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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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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