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He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.
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The circus is the only fun you can buy that is good for you.
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where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.
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To be a successful father... there's one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don't look at it for the first two years.
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You've such a lovely temperature.
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Religion is the opium of the poor.
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When you have a child, the world has a hostage.
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For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.
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His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
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We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance
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All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really happened.
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All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.
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You're beautiful, like a May fly.
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It is a hell of a thing to be hungry in your own house.
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Humility is not disgraceful, and carries no loss of true pride.
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When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.
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And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.' 'What did you say?' 'I said we could have everything.' 'We can have everything.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can have the whole world.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can go everywhere.' 'No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore.' 'It's ours.' 'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.
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You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafTs.
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An aggressive war is the great crime against everything good in the world. A defensive war, which must necessarily turn to aggressive at the earliest moment, is the necessary great counter-crime. But never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime. Ask the infantry and ask the dead.
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How would that premise stand up if he examined it? That was probably why the Communists were always cracking down on Bohemiansism. When you were drunk or when you committed adultery you recognised your own personal fallability of that so mutable substitute for the apostles' creed, the party line. Down with Bohemianism, the sin of Majakowski.
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Romance was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes.
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I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy.
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There was no really good true war book during the entire four years of the war. The only true writing that came through during the war was in poetry. One reason for this is that poets are not arrested as quickly as prose writers.
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I wanted to try this new drink: That's all we do, isn't it - look at things and try new drinks?