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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

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
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
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Leaving Sky Time Understand
It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
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Jealous Love Person
Good writing is rewriting.
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Goodness One Liner Writing
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
Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.
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Deep Existence Future Man Past Philosophy Wisdom Yourself
The brain may take advice, but not the heart.
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Advice Brain Heart
I can see every monster as they come in.
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Monster Myself See
Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.
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Age Children Difficult Luck Past Wisdom Yourself
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
One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it’s going to be told.
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Difficult Myself Novel View Writing
And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
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Breathe Moments Rain
The most dangerous thing in the world is to make a friend of an Englishman, because he’ll come sleep in your closet rather than spend 10 shillings on a hotel.
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Dangerous Friendship Funny Money Sleep World Yourself
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
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Act Bad Goodness Life Play Writing
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
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

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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