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.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhen we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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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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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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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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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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