There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMDeath doesn’t affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn’t concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.
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If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.
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We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
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You waste a lot of time going down blind alleys if you have no one to lead you.
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You’re intoxicated by the boundless space.
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In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.
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People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
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Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.
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If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.
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Throw yourself into the hurly-burly of life. It doesn’t matter how many mistakes you make, what unhappiness you have to undergo. It is all your material …
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Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.
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The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.
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Most people are such fools that it is really no great compliment to say that someone is above the average.
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The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.
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It’s no good trying to keep up old friendships. It’s painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.
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The mystic sees the ineffable, and the psychopathologist the unspeakable.
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