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

Pat Conroy

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 Dream Grief Happy Kindness Portion Quicker Settle Touch Wisdom Word
A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.
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Live Movem Shift Story 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
Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.
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Coach Else Good Nothing Teach
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
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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Book Lie Live Silence Tale Thing Vow
No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.
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Distort Geometry Human Imperfect Laughter Life Line Story Straight Time
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Good Hardest Think Write
Once I had told her that I would rather see a museum bombed than a book underlined, but she dismissed my argument as mere sentimentality. She marked her books so that stunning images and ideas would not be lost to her.
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Argument Bomb Dismiss Image Museum Once Sentimentality Stunning Told Underline
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
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
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Before Bewilder Face Future Immensity Moon Ocean Spread Stood
She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
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Age Could Early Knew More never One Prison South Southern Them Fragrant
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

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