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You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
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Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
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Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.
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I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.
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Men! The only animal in the world to fear.
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There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
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I shall always be a priest of love.
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The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.
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The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.
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Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
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Behold then Septimus Dodge returning to Dodge-town victorious. Not crowned with laurel, it is true, but wreathed in lists of things he has seen and sucked dry. Seen and sucked dry, you know: Venus de Milo, the Rhine or the Coliseum: swallowed like so many clams, and left the shells.
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The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
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Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle; and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.
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The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
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The dead don't die. They look on and help.
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Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
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The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.
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When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.
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If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!
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I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.
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One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.
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Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
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I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.