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"New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough."
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"Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left."
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"I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don't."
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"Not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am."
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"Grace stopped in the door, dimly silhouetted by the dull gray morning light, and looked back at me, at my eyes, my mouth, my hands, in a way that made something inside me knot and unknot unbearably.I didn't think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I'd do anything to stay with her."
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"Before, I wanted to say: "I found love!" But now, I want to say: "I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him."
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"Where ever you are accepted, stay there."
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"New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough."
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"I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up."
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"If where you are is worthwhile then where you are from doesn't matter."
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"Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafA©s and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours. K.K."
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"The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer."
Creativity
"And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness."
Desire
"It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings."
Life
"The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business."
Business
"Life is knowledge, livin it is Succes!"
Success
"The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use. In this, if no other way, we can see the wild an reckless exuberance of our production, and waste seems to be the index."
Environment
"Time is the only critic without ambition."
Time
"I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool."
Time
"Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping."
Memory
"Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals."
Art
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