The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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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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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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