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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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Shoon, Wild Pony of the Moors

image“Loren pulled off his soaking coat.  His arms shook, but without hesitation he advanced toward the foal.”

  • from Shoon, Wild Pony of the Moors, by Eunice Young Smith

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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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A Child in the Forest

“Two properly hemmed handkerchiefs, the first I had ever owned, that had sprigs of flowers in the corner… Then I had a comb with all the teeth in; a camisole, edged with lace, in good condition (I had nothing to fill it up with then, but the giver remarked that I would soon grow into it); and a much-battered tin trunk that looked very presentable when Dad had banged out the biggest dents with a hammer…”

A Child in the Forest, by Winifred Foley

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