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She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.

Pat Conroy

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
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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All Except Meaning Memory No Time
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
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
I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my own writing. This came as both astonishment and relief. When I thought God had abandoned me,
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Aware Entrance Fierce Find Gradual Hard Only Own Pray Prologue
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
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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Allow Blink Eye Finger Moment Pass Should Snap Teach Time
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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Black Country Great Jew Lesbian Love Me Move South Turn Woman
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
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
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
I wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better to go at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing the unmarked bottle, always choosing your own unproven method, armed with nothing but faith and a belief in astonishment.
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Always Arouse Become Better Explore Know Nothing Seeker Want
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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End Good Meal Recipe Story
We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.
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Die Enough Facemweer Men Water
I’d be a conservative if I’d never met any. They’re selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.
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Any Bore Conservative Egocentric Mean never Reactionary Selfish Spirited
When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Children Dad Mom Only Prisoners Took Went When

She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.

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