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Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.

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
I can’t pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.
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Book Bookstore Burn Hand Inside Jacket Lock Next Pass Touch When Without
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Good Hardest Think Write
I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Always Defensible Found Paranoia Perfectly Position
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
Political correctness has a stranglehold on academia, on feminism, and on the media. It is a form of both madness and maggotry, and has already silenced the voices of writers like James Dicky across the land.
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Across Already Correctness Land Madness Maggotry Medis Political Stranglehold
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
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
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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Alive Happy Hook Made Red Road
Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompanies the reader forever from that day forward is part of literature’s profligate generosity.
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Book Both Competition Emptiness End Feel Few Thing Great Indwelling Linger Longer
I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.
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Along Beauty Book Born Movement Music Painting Poem Rhyme Sory Write
The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.
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Could Grant Intuition Momentary Only Place Safe Sanctuary Vist
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
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Attention Beauty Consecrate Democrats Dignity Even Inordinate Invest She
Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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Best Describe Humanity Inhumanity
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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Become Change English Expression Eye Language Least Smokescreen Tongue
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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All Except Meaning Memory No Time

Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.

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Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.

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