Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe fucked a flame into being.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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She 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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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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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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What 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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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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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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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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