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Sue Monk Kidd

"I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was."

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"I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was."

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"Hawaii has always been a very pivotal role in the Pacific. It is in the Pacific. It is a part of the United States that is an island that is right here."

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"Geologists are rapidly becoming convinced that the mammals spread from their central Asian point of origin largely because of great variations in climate."

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"Washington is an endless series of mock palaces clearly built for clerks."

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"In America the most widespread type of forest is the evergreen coniferous woodland of the north."

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"A few hours' ride brought us to the banks of the river Kansas."

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"Oh, the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to permit us to be born in New England."

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"Africa had a way of coming back and simply covering everything up again."

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"Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England."

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"America forms the longest and straightest bone in the earth's skeleton."

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"Manhattan is a narrow island off the coast of New Jersey devoted to the pursuit of lunch."

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"You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life. You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart."
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"In the photograph by my bed my other is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again."
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"Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her."
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"You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you're near twenty years grown, and you still don't know what haunches in the dark corners of her."
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"There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that."
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"I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other."
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"Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing."
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"I can't explain exactly why it lives within me for so long and passionately. But race matters to me; racial equality matters to me, as does gender. There is something about these kinds of social injustices that go to the deep of me."
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"I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again."
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"Sarah shifted on the bench. I worried she was winding up to say something, that Sky would start humming now, that the fright spring-coiled inside me would break loose. Then I remembered the widow dress I was wearing. I made a sound with my lips like I was trying to give him an answer, but choking on the words, seized by my grief, and I didn't have to pretend that much. I felt sorrow for my life, for what I'd lived and seen and known, for what was lost to me, and the weeping turned real."
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