That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhat liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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