Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
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Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.
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The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.
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We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.
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Looking around, I thought the human species was in fine shape and tried to think of something more beautiful than women and couldn't come up with a thing. The propagation of the species was a dance of total joy.
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When to kill the Prince of Tides.
Her view of men was one-dimensional, but not inaccurate: men were prisoners of their genitalia and women were the keepers of the keys to paradise.
Pat ConroyIf smallness was fortune, then I had come across a treasure, infinitesimal and beyond value. I felt lucky. You had to decide what was estimable and precious in your life and set out to find it. The objects you valued defined you.
Pat ConroyHappiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
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