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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

D. H. Lawrence

Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Art Live True World
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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Book Herself Kind People Reading
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
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
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
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Evil Passionate Worst
Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Body Fear Mindset Resistance
He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Alone Himself People
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
We fucked a flame into being.
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One Liner Reality Sex
As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Deep Destruction Divine
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
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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Accomplishment History Hold Leaving Life Myself Oneself Reality
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Death Herself Shame Woman

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

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