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My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

Pat Conroy

From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the high wire.
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Beginning Chose Explain From Invite Journey Life Make Myself Own Reader Wrote
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
Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
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Eloquent Lie Most Silence
I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
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Day Knowledge Life Live Man Old One Real Start Still Terrible Wait
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
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Appraise Classified Ever Every Extraordinary Met Physicality Walk Woman World
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Children Dad Mom Only Prisoners Took Went When
Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.
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Coach Else Good Nothing Teach
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
There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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Discriminating Loss More No Teacher Transform
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
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
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
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
The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.
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Greatness Laziness Life Mean Place Pursuit
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
A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.
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Live Movem Shift Story Thing
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 wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better to go at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing the unmarked bottle, always choosing your own unproven method, armed with nothing but faith and a belief in astonishment.
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Always Arouse Become Better Explore Know Nothing Seeker Want
Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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Back Everything Know Must Nothing Tell
The Storied South , is a love song to the South Bill helped illuminate. It’s a crowning achievement of his own storied career.
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Achievement Career Help Illuminate Song South Story
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
Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship.
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Encourage Landscape Partisanship People Person
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
My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
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Book Companionship Ease Found Rest Soul
My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.
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Bone Literature Me Mother Once Southern Summed Told Word
I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.
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Any Feel Happen Once Only Other Say Skin Think Way When Young

My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

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