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I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

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
Good writing is rewriting.
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Goodness One Liner Writing
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
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Autumn Beginning Myself Season
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
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Failure Flavor Inspirational Motivational Perspective Success
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
The brain may take advice, but not the heart.
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Advice Brain Heart
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
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
It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.
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Choice Myself Natural Normal Ordinary
Personally, I rather think that if you’re not creative you’ve got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you’ve got a double problem.
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Creativity Double Hands Personal Problem Thinking Yourself
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
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
Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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Feeling Home Myself
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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Future Myself Past Talk
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
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

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

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