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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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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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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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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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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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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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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