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Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
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Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself - in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.
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'What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually- our sense of personality is a sense of outrage and we'll never get outside of it.'But the hold of the country was that, she considered, it could be thought of in terms of oneself, so interpreted.
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The heart may think it knows better: The senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
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And yet in a way I would rather fail point blank. Things one can do have no value. I don't mind feeling small myself, but I dread finding the world is.
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Intimacies between women go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending up in small talk without loss of esteem.