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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.

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
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
Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that she had not desecrated by underlining her favorite sections with a ball-point pen.
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Been Bibliophile Book Except Execrably Library Treated Vlaueble
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
I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.
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Always Am Been Go Happier Have Know Somewhere Want Where
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
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It 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 Force Form Good Hardest Involves Lucid Profoundly Think Writing
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Good Hardest Think Write
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
I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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All Always Believe Both Dream Hate Letter Love Succoncious
South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
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Cult South State
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
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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All Except Meaning Memory No Time
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
You can be moved profoundly by other vistas, by other oceans, by soaring mountain ranges, but you can never be seduced. You can even forsake the lowcountry, renounce it for other climates, but you can never completely escape the sensuous, semitropical pull of Charleston and her marshes.
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Climate Escape Mountain Move Ocean Other Profound Renounce Way

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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