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"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the waythey have to live than other things do."
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"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
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"Every historian discloses a new horizon."
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"There are songs that come... from the dust of a thousand country roads."
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"Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk."
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"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
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"...like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood... "