Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
PAT CONROYRape 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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My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
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American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them.
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One can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
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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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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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The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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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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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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When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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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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I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
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