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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.

D. H. Lawrence

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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Act Sea Sex
Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Animal Goodness True
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Life One Liner Ourselves Save
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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Flower Heart Lost Save
Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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Beautiful Empty People World Yourself
We fucked a flame into being.
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One Liner Reality Sex
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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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Fear Myself Reality
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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Creation Story Trust
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Alone Himself People
Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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Love Search Seek
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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Art Breathe Life Oneself
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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Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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Marriage Sin Yourself

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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