Faulkner didn’t know he was William Faulkner. But they had to take the first step. They had to call themselves writers. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. It takes courage. But it’s necessary
PAT CONROYWhen mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
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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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I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
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My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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Here’s what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite.
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Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to strangers.
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A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
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Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
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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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A family is one of nature’s solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
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We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.
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I discovered that He had simply given me a different voice to praise the inexhaustible beauty of the made world.
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