Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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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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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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