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Tuesday
Mar172015

Pat Conroy

You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

Without music and dance, life is a journey through a desert.

I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.

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