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"And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness."
"Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb."
"We' (the Gnani Purush, the enlightened one) have only one desire, and that too is a discharging desire of doing 'Jagat kalyan' (world's salvation)."
"We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes."
"There are people who are never content, never appeased, forever dissatisfied-who continually look to what escapes them, convincing themselves that if only they could attain that one desire outside of reach they would be happy. It seems almost pointless to give to these people because their eyes immediately shift from the gift to stare miserably at the portion held back. Their wants, demands, expectations, appetites are never satiated, thus they refuse to be happy. And you cannot make them so."
"Do you have a dream or desire that is burning a hole in your soul? Something that lights your fire and brings you simple pleasure?"
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"But it's for every writer to decide his own pace, and the pace varies with the writer and the work."
"I'm not sure whay I've been drawn to this subject, except that murder is a subject that has always drawn people for as long as people have been telling stories."
"I believe, in a funny way, the job of the novelist is to be out there on the fringes and speaking for an experience that has not really been spoken for."
"So I'm not a Southern writer in the commonly held sense of the term, like Faulkner or Eudora Welty, who took the South for their entire literary environment and subject matter."
"Grown children (an oxymoron, I realize) veer instinctively to extremes: the young scholar is much more a pedant than his older counterpart. And I, being young myself, took these pronouncements of Henry's very seriously. I doubt if Milton himself could have impressed me more."
"Real age, as I came to see from the genuine pieces that passed through my hands, was variable, crooked, capricious, singing here and sullen there, warm asymmetrical streaks on a rosewood cabinet from where a slant of sun had struck it while the other side was as dark as the day it was cut."
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