The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. LAWRENCEBut 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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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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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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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