As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
D. H. LAWRENCEThe novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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