Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
PAT CONROYMen are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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Like everything else, love’s not worth much without some action to back it up.
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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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I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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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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Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
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Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart.
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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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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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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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American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them.
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We die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet.
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I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.
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Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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