If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
D. H. LAWRENCENever 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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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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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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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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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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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