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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

Pat Conroy

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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Born Carolina Carry Sunshine Country Dark Gold Ink Island Low Raised Sea
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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Genitalia Keeper Key Men Paradise Prisoner Women
It’s impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky’ is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
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Ever Explain God Impossible Need North Simply Tacky Word
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.
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Agony Difficult Force Form Good Hardest Involves Lucid Profoundly Think Writing
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
The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.
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Both Defeatism Fuel Intricate Mechanism Mind Run Victory
Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
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Around Baseball Bordeaux Fan Love Mouth Number Swirl Wine
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
Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
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Explain Have Life Myself Only Write
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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Alcohol Away Blood Exploit Heart Liver Eaten Outlet Pressure Sie Women
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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Agony Away Being Mne Pity Quite Recurrent Self Take Theme
One does not know where love will take you.
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Know Love One Does Take
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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All Except Meaning Memory No Time
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
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

When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

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