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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.

Pat Conroy

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
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
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
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
Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
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Always Come Dignified Disguise Evil Law System
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
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
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
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
There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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Discriminating Loss More No Teacher Transform
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
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
Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.
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During Easy Exhilaration Freedom Happiness Imagination Moment Remember Seem Wordless
Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn’t know he was Ernest Hemingway when he was a young man.
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Country Do Hemingway Knew Old People Person Think Writer Year
Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.
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Always Anyone Can Children Mama Pretty Talk Taught Wor

Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.

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