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                                    I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.                                
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                                    The test of beauty is whether it can survive close knowledge.                                
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                                    Garlic, like perfume, must be used with discretion and on the proper occasions.                                
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                                    You can't change a man, no-ways. By the time his mummy turns him loose and he takes up with some innocent woman and marries her, he's what he is.                                
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                                    A dead tree, falling, made less havoc than a live one. It seemed as though a live tree went down fighting, like an animal.                                
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                                    Words began fights and words ended them.                                
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                                    At one time or another most of us at the Creek have been suspected of a degree of madness. Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity ...                                
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                                    Some of the books that provided the richest fare were hidden under unrevealing names, like a rare soul behind a drab face                                
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                                    I'm eating' it quick ... but I'll remember it a long time.                                
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                                    It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.                                
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                                    A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.                                
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                                    He lay down beside the fawn. He put one arm across its neck. It did not seem to him that he could ever be lonely again.                                
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                                    You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.                                
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                                    No case of libel by a negro against a white would even reach a southern court.                                
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                                    Don't go gittin faintified on me.                                
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                                    Writing is agony for me. I work at it eight hours every day, hoping to get six pages, but I am satisfied with three.                                
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                                    I have found that each of my books has developed out of something I have written in a previous book. Some thought evidently unfinished.                                
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                                    Ever' man wants life to be a fine thing, and a easy. 'Tis fine, boy, powerful fine, but 'taint easy.
--Penny Baxter to his son, Jody — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
                                				
        		        				--Penny Baxter to his son, Jody — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
				                                                            
                                    Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.                                
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                                    Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity and we are all individualists here.                                
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                                    Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.                                
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                                    Eulalie in a remote fashion belonged to him, Jody, to do with as he pleased, if only to throw potatoes at her.                                
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                                    Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.                                
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                                    Life is strong stuff, some of us can bear more of it than others.                                
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                                    We need above all, I think, a certain remoteness from urban confusion.                                
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                                    To comfort any mortal against loneliness, one other is enough.                                
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                                    Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.                                
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                                    I'll walk off the rest of my mad.                                
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                                    Grandma Hutto's flower garden was a bright patchwork quilt thrown down inside the pickets.                                
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                                    The truth is artistically fallacious.                                
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                                    He wrote:
Dear ollever; yor ol twinkk has dun gode up the rivver. im gladd. yor friend jody. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
                                				
        		        				Dear ollever; yor ol twinkk has dun gode up the rivver. im gladd. yor friend jody. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
				                                                            
                                    He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her                                
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                                    Living was no longer the grief behind him, but the anxiety ahead.                                
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                                    No man should have proprietary rights over land who does not use that land wisely and lovingly.                                
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                                    Information can be passed from one to another, like a silver dollar. There's absolutely no wisdom except what you learn for yourself.                                
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                                    He was addled with April. He was dizzy with Spring. He was as drunk as Lem Forrester on a Saturday night.                                
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                                    Good" is what helps us or at least does not hinder. "Evil" is whatever harms us or interferes with us, according to our own selfish standards.                                
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                                    People in general are totally unable to detach the personality of a writer from the products of his thinking.                                
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                                    Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.                                
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                                    The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.                                
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                                    Well, son, you cain't go thru life chunkin' things at all the ugly women you meet.                                
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                                    It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.                                
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                                    Sift each of us through the great sieve of circumstance and you have a residue, great or small as the case may be, that is the man or the woman.                                
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                                    Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind.                                
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                                    The best fish in the world are of course those one catches oneself.                                
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                                    A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the women he couldn't                                
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                                    You know what I wisht I had, Ma? A pouch like a 'possum, to tote things.
The Yearling — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
                                				
        		        				The Yearling — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
				                                                            
                                    I had done battle with a great fear and the victory was mine.                                
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                                    She was not unattractive until she focused her eyes on a human being, when their unblinking coldness gave the effect of the stare of an adder.                                
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                                    The wild animals seemed less predatory to him than people he had known.                                
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                                    The inferred is always more effective than the obvious.                                
                                                        — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings