Adolescents are not monsters. They are just people trying to learn how to make it among the adults in the world, who are probably not so sure themselves.
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A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write fiction
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One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
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I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
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It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
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It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.
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When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
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If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man, some think
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Being blunt with your feelings is very American. In this big country, I can be as brash as New York, as hedonistic as Los Angeles, as sensuous as San Francisco, as brainy as Boston, as proper as Philadelphia, as brawny as Chicago, as warm as Palm Springs, as friendly as my adopted home town of Dallas, Fort Worth, and as peaceful as the inland waterway that rubs up against my former home in Virginia Beach.
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The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
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The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.
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Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
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Arnold Bennett says that the horror of marriage lies in its 'dailiness.' All acuteness of relationship is rubbed away by this. The truth is mo...
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The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.
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Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
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You say that at the time of the Congress, in 1765, The great mass of the people were zealous in the cause of America. The great mass of the people is an expression that deserves analysis. New York and Pennsylvania were so nearly divided, if their propensity was not against us, that if New England on one side and Virginia on the other had not kept them in awe, they would have joined the British. Marshall, in his life of Washington, tells us, that the southern States were nearly equally divided. Look into the Journals of Congress, and you will see how seditious, how near rebellion were several counties of New York, and how much trouble we had to compose them. The last contest, in the town of Boston, in 1775, between whig and tory, was decided by five against two. Upon the whole, if we allow two thirds of the people to have been with us in the revolution, is not the allowance ample? Are not two thirds of the nation now with the administration? Divided we ever have been, and ever must be. Two thirds always had and will have more difficulty to struggle with the one third than with all our foreign enemies.
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I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
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If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
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It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
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Almost any biographer, if he respects facts, can give us much more than another fact to add to our collection. He can give us the creative fact; the fertile fact; the fact that suggests and engenders.
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To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.
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I have good genes. My father is Danish and my mother is Irish and Native American. They both have good skin.
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To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
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It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
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On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.
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One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.
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That great Cathedral space which was childhood.
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Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
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Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.
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If you insist upon fighting to protect me, or 'our' country, let it be understood soberly and rationally between us that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits where I have not shared and probably will not share.
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