I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe 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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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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