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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

3E95469A-5B8D-4942-B737-7A728AC92931“Often he talked to Mr. Singer.  With him he spoke of chemistry and the enigma of the universe.  Of the infinitesimal sperm and the cleavage of the ripened egg.  Of the complex million-fold division of cells.  Of the mystery of living matter and the simplicity of death.  And also he spoke with him of race.”

  •  The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers,

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Sycamore Row

image“‘Why don’t you take a large bite of that sandwich?’ Jake said.”

  • Sycamore Row by John Grisham

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The Yearling

“The sun was sinking into the saw-grass.  The marsh was golden.  The whooping cranes were washed with gold.  The far hammocks were black.  Darkness came to the lily pads, and the water blackened.  The cranes were whiter than any clouds, or any white bloom of oleander or of lily.  Without warning, they took flight.”

– The Yearling, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

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Long Man

“Annie Clyde had seen more than one tree uprooted in all this foul weather.  She had heard the rain every way that it fell, hard like drumming fingers, in sheets like a long sigh, in spates like pebbles tossed at the windows.  When she crossed the road and went up the bank, she could see water glinting between the tree stumps.  The river had already become a lake.”

Long Man, by Amy Greene

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