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Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns.
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But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.
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I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
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The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Writing, for me, is a search for God.
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Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.