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Mrs. May's bedroom window was low and faced on the east and the bull, silvered in the moonlight, stood under it, his head raised as if he listened-like some patient god come down to woo her-for a stir inside the room.

— Flannery O'Connor

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You weren't supposed to eat it. (year unkonwn)

I find that most people know what a story is until they sit down to write one.

Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose (1969)

Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn't write fiction. It isn't grand enough for you.

Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose (1969)

The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience.

Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose (1969)

I believe that the basic experience of everyone is the experience of human limitation. ("The Teaching of Literature")

Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose (1969)

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