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I loved my parents… but that can never change the fact that my father’s violence ruined my childhood.

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Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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All Except Meaning Memory No Time
Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak-and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…
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Another Btole Water Fourth Near Porpoise Roll Third Toward Us
I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.
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Born Carolina Carry Sunshine Country Dark Gold Ink Island Low Raised Sea
She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
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Camouflage Her History Kept Master Mirror Own Pace Seem She Strategy Well
Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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Book Lie Live Silence Tale Thing Vow
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.
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Beauty Burden Crippling Dangerous More Much Often Such Thing Too Woman
I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Always Defensible Found Paranoia Perfectly Position
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
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
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
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
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
Like everything else, love’s not worth much without some action to back it up.
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Action Back Else Everything Life Love Some Up Worth
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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Genitalia Keeper Key Men Paradise Prisoner Women
Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.
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Coach Else Good Nothing Teach
Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.
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Deep Excellence Manhood Men Softly Spirit Toward Urge

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