Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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The 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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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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