 On it, Nathan Orlov had written an address and the words “Come see me.” No please, no I hope you will. She folded the paper carefully, returned it to her pocket, and thought how Papa had left Ukraine first, a tailor with four daughters, in a country that despised Jews, often to the point of murder, as if murder were easier than acceptance.
The house was full of noise and unrest. In the room above the kitchen someone was moving furniture about. The dining-room was crowded with boarders.
From The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers  This new song made her feel sad and excited and happy all at once. Music beautiful as this was hard to work on. Any song was hard to write.
From The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers  The sense of the past grew in him. Memories built themselves with almost architectural order.
From The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers  This was the friend to whom he told all that was in his heart.
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