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She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.
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I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.
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He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.
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I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills, but getting few myself except those I read into men on such nights as these. I have the social courage to go on the stage, but not the energy; I haven't the patience to write books; and I never met a man I'd marry. However, I'm only eighteen.
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The victor belongs to the spoils.
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Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.
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No decent career was ever founded on a public.
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You can take Hollywood for granted like I did, or you can dismiss it with the contempt we reserve for what we don't understand. It can be understood too, but only dimly and in flashes. Not half a dozen men have ever been able to keep the whole equation of pictures in their heads.
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His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.
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Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.
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A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.
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As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.
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Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.
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It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
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but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
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An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.
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It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
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I hate the place like poison with a sincere hatred.
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all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand
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interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end
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Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind.
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'Jelly-bean' is the name throughout the undissolved Confederacy for one who spends his life conjugating the verb to idle in the first person singular - I am idling, I have idled, I will idle.
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Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
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There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.