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What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.

Iris Murdoch

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Civilization Growth Heart Man Transportation
I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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Different End Feeling Myself
There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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Greatness Human Race
I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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Best Hate Kill Myself Pain World
We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Defend Ourselves World
This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Heart Quiet See
However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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Art Doubt Happiness Impossible Life Live
How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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Death Different Pursue See Worth
An experience is richest not talked of.
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Experience Rich
The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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Escape Life Love Talk Value
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Deep Philosophy Sea Time
How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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Empty Greatness Life Space
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Born Desire Escape Oneself Violence
Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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Greatness Past Truth Word
Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Courage Failure Hide Literature Moral Smile
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Action Philosophy Talk

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