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More always means worse.
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Whatever part drink may play in the writer's life, it must play none in his or her work.
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It is natural and harmless in English to use a preposition to end a sentence with.
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He was of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church he currently did not attend was Catholic.
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You can't screw the rich, something in Ronnie muttered as Miss Quick got off him with quite as much alacrity as she had got on him. You have to let them screw you. Or else you leave out screwing altogether.
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If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
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While he was climbing the litter-strewn steps his left ball gave a sharp twinge, on and off like a light-switch, then again after he had sat down. Nothing. Just one of the aches and pains that come and go. No significance.
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Women don't seem to think it's good enough; They write about it.
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It's never pleasant to have one's unquestioning beliefs put in their historical context, as I know from experience, I can assure you.
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Man's love is of man's life a thing apart;Girls aren't like that.
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If you are using an adverb, you have got the verb wrong.
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It scored right away with me by being the smooth, fine-grained sort, not the coarse flaky, dry-on-the-outside rubbish full of chunds of gut and gristle to testify to its authenticity.
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No pleasure is worth giving up for the sake of two more years in a geriatric home at Weston-super-Mare.
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Now and then I become conscious of having the reputation of being one of the great drinkers, if not one of the great drunks, of our time.
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Friendship includes charity. But there's no charity in sex.
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Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.
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It is no wonder that people are so horrible when they start life as children.
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A German wine label is one of the things life's too short for.
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Yevgeny Yevtushenko: 'You atheist?' "Kingsley Amis: 'Well, yes, but it's more that I hate him.
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The world that seemed so various and new, well, it does contract. One's burning desire to investigate human behavior, and to make, or imply, statements about it, does fall off. And so one does find that early works are full of energy and also full of vulgarity, crudity, and incompetence, and later works are more carefully finished, and in that sense better literary products. But . . . there's often a freshness that is missing in later works--for every gain there's a loss. I think it evens out in that way.