Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

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Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

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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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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 Happy Portion Quicker Word
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 Mean Meant Prosaic
Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.

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Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.
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Fill Page Think Unappealable
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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Handicraft Joyous Might Represent Sense Of Humour
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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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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Language More No Refer Word
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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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 Fill Shower Thousand
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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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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Manhood Softly Toward Urge
My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

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My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
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Companionship Ease Found Rest
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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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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Me Once Southern Summed Told Word
Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.

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Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
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Explain Have Only Write
I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

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I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.
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Institution Thing Would
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.

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In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
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Century Elsewhere Feel More Twethies Unconciousable Vast
There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.

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There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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Discriminating More No
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

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My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Geography Part Would
We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.

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We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.
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Facemweer
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.

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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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Become English Expression Eye Language Least Smokescreen

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