There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCEMoney poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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