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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.

D. H. Lawrence

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  For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

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  I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.

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  I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.

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  Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.

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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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  Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.

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  How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

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  A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

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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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  We fucked a flame into being.

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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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  Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.

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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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  Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

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  What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.

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  He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.

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