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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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To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.
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Greatness Happiness Music Myself Word Writing
The better the actor, the more stupid he is.
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Actor Better Himself Stupidity
In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.
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Bloom Break Flower Garden Nature Voice Yourself
Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
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Book Breathe Goodness Hard Myself Thinking
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.
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Advice Boundary Brain Heart Love Rise Surface Weight
The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
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Law Live Problem Protection
Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.
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Bad Difference Fun Goodness Myself Stop True Writing
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
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Quiet Reply Voice
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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Future Myself Past Talk
Most people who become suddenly famous overnight will find that they lose practically eighty percent of their friends. Your old friends just can’t stand it for some reason.
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Famous Friendship Lose Night People Practice Reason Stand Yourself
You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.
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Heart Wild Yourself
It’s better to look at the sky than live there.
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Better Deep Live Sky
Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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Feeling Home Myself
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
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
I don’t care what anybody says about me as long as it isn’t true.
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Care Myself Opinion True

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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