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Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

Truman Capote

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
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Book Breathe Goodness Hard Myself Thinking
Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.
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Dreams Herself Home Oneself Reading Road Start Walk
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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Future Myself Past Talk
There is only one unpardonable sin–deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
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Cruelty Forgiveness Mistake Sin
It’s a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.
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Life Paper Pieces Reach Tired
It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something
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Believe Death Deep End God
A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.
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Art Magic Mathematics Mystery Science Work
Yes: but aren’t love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is–if it’s just a matter of spreading her legs, almost any woman will do that for nothing.
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Legs Love Man Marriage Mindset Promise Sex Woman
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
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Autumn Beginning Myself Season
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
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Enemy Himself Leaving
Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.
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Greatness Growth Patience Time
It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
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Jealous Love Person
I always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning. Then I go back to the beginning. I mean, it’s always nice to know where you’re going is my theory.
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Beginning Book End Myself Theory Writing
If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there’s no point in it….for me, every act of the art of solving a mystery.
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Art Artist Myself Mystery
There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.
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Darkness Gold Morning Nature Rise Sky Sun
I remember things the way they should have been.
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Imagination Myself Remember Way

Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

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Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

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