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The Storied South , is a love song to the South Bill helped illuminate. It’s a crowning achievement of his own storied career.

Pat Conroy

One does not know where love will take you.
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Know Love One Does Take
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
One can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
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All Anything Can Gifted Learn One Passionate Teacher Thought
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
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
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
There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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Barbecue Idea Just No South
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
I loved my parents… but that can never change the fact that my father’s violence ruined my childhood.
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Change Childhood Fact Father Love never Parent Run Violence
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
Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak-and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…
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Another Btole Water Fourth Near Porpoise Roll Third Toward Us
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
We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.
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Die Enough Facemweer Men Water
You do not learn how to write novels in a writing program. You learn how by leading an interesting life. Open yourself up to all experience. Let life pour through you the way light pours through leaves.
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Interesting Learn Life Novel Program Write
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
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

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