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The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

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Tags: Alcoholism, American Literature, Carson McCullers, Coming of Age.
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This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings. This music was her—the real plain her...This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.

Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter  Read More



An American Tragedy

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Category: Quotes » An American Tragedy .
Tags: American Literature, Theodore Dreiser.
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How wonderful it must be to be a son who, without having had to earn all this, could still be so much, take oneself so seriously, exercise so much command and authority. It might be, as it plainly was, that this youth was very superior and indifferent in tone toward him. But think of being such a youth, having so much power at one’s command!

Theodore Dreiser, An American Tragedy  Read More




I Claudius

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Category: Quotes » I Claudius .
Tags: Augustus, Claudius, Historical Fiction, Robert Graves, Rome.
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My readers must not therefore be surprised by my practised style: it is indeed Claudius himself who is writing this book, and no mere secretary of his, and not one of those official annalists either, to whom public men are in the habit of communicating their recollections, in the hope that elegant writing will eke out meagreness of subject-matter and flattery soften vices. In the present work, I swear by all the Gods, I am my own mere secretary, and my own official annalist: I am writing with my own hand, and what favour can I hope to win from myself by flattery?

Robert Graves, I Claudius  Read More