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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

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
It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.
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God Handicraft Joyous Look Might Represent Sense Of Humour Work
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 great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life.
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Aspect Embrace Fill Great Hope Life Reason Shower Teacher Thousand
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
American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them.
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Allowed Country Firbidenm Shed Just Tear Them Women
I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies.
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Alien Charm Geographic Heard Inoculation Landscape Sight Smell
Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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Ache Beautiful Hide Hurt Man Music Place Suffer
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
Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship.
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Encourage Landscape Partisanship People Person
Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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Back Everything Know Must Nothing Tell
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
Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
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Decide God Kill Man Prince Tide Wonder
Honor is the presence of God in man.
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God Honor Man Presence
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
Here’s what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite.
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Black Country Great Jew Lesbian Love Me Move South Turn Woman
Love’s action. It isn’t talk and it never has been.
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Action Beem Love never Talk
There’s no word in the language I revere more than ‘teacher.’ My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I’ve honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher.
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Always Heart Language More No Refer Reverse Sing Teacher Word
One can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
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All Anything Can Gifted Learn One Passionate Teacher Thought
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
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
But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.
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Army Compassion Deserter Discipline Family Offer Out Reprisal Walk
She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
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Age Could Early Knew More never One Prison South Southern Them Fragrant
Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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Best Describe Humanity Inhumanity
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
Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.
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Character Fill Food Happen Page Think Unappealable Want
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

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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