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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

I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.
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Country Prefer Simplicity Writing
Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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Feeling Home Myself
Anticipation is anxiety. I have always had a very extreme anxiety thing.
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Anxiety Mental Myself
Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
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Believe Better Country Disappearance Goodness Live Luck
A man who doesn’t dream is like a man who doesn’t sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.
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Dreams Man Poison Store
Good writing is rewriting.
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Goodness One Liner Writing
I remember things the way they should have been.
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Imagination Myself Remember Way
Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.
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Imagination Key Open Terrorism Walk
There is only one unpardonable sin–deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
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Cruelty Forgiveness Mistake Sin
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
It’s better to look at the sky than live there.
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Better Deep Live Sky
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
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
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Autumn Beginning Myself Season
The wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
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Leaving Remember Talk Voice Wind
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
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
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Believe Funny Myself Scissor

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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