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back," Daddy said. "It'll work out." He had no idea what to do about Helen. They spoke a completely different language. He was an old-timer who called school "schoolin"' and called me "boy." He had run off from Jim Crow in the South and felt that education, any education, was a privilege. Helen was far beyond that. Weeks passed, months, and Helen didn't return. Finally Jack called. "I found her. She's living with some crazy woman," Jack sai..
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I always felt that way about the South, that beneath the smiles and southern hospitality and politeness were a lot of guns and liquor and secrets.
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The Old Man's prayers was more sight than sound, really, more sense than sensibility. You had to be there: the aroma of burnt pheasant rolling through the air, the wide, Kansas prairie about, the smell of buffalo dung, the mosquitoes and wind eating at you one way, and him chawing at the wind the other. He was a plain terror in the praying department
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It occurred to me then that you is everything you are in this life at every moment.
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If you think looking at three hundred boiling-mad, half-cocked Virginians holding every kind of breechloader under God's sun staring back at you with murder in their eyes is a ticket to redemption, you is on the dot.
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The enemy was irony and truth and hypocrisy, that was the real enemy. That was the enemy that was killing him.
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Not a week after Annie put her foot in Mrs. Huffmaster's duff, the Captain upped and laid down the date.
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They'll pull the trigger and tell the hammer to hurry.
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Most cars drove through there because the drivers is either from The Bottom and wanna get home - or they ain't from The Bottom and wanna get home in one piece.
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writer or a musician, not knowing that it was possible
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You ugly enough to keep ants out of a picnic, mister.
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I'm in the last October of life looking for a few more Aprils. I don't want to remember no more.
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