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... unquote"

I hate quotations.
Tell me what you know.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Life itself is a quotation.

~Jorge Luis Borges

Just two views of what seems today to have been reduced to the soundbite.

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We may affirm absolutely that nothing great in the world has been accomplished without passion.

Life is like playing the solo violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.

There are several occasions in the course of any woman's day when, without question, screaming is the appropriate response ...

If life was meant to be easy everyone would have one.

You see? It is like I have always said: "You can get more with a kind word and a length of two-by-four than you can with just a kind word".

Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.

Nothing is more difficult, in my opinion, than to avoid something that fundamentally attracts you.

ĎTis what I love determines how I love.

Love, if love be perfect, casts out fear

Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.

Man is not a creature of circumstances.
Circumstances are the creatures of men.

Freedom is not the right to be virtuous, it is the right to do as one pleasesÖlimited only when one personís exercise of it endangers the freedom of others, or when it results in overt actions that society deems destructive of its own purposes.

In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.

The permanent temptation of life is to confuse dreams with reality.
The permanent defeat of life comes when dreams are surrendered to reality.

The best way to know life is to love many things.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars.

I have peace offerings with me, this day have I payed my vows. Therefore came I forth to meet thee, diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee.
I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning, let us solace ourselves with loves.

Everyone has talent.
What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark places where it leads.

For the world is wondrous large
Seven seas from marge to marge
And the wildest dreams of Kew
Are the facts of Kathmandu.

The first draft of anything is shit.

Many people hear voices when no one is there.
Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day.
Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.

Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.

That is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death,
but to heighten and create life all around me. I also write because when I am writing I reach the high moment of fusion sought by the mystics, the poets, the lovers, a sense
of communion with the universe.

After ecstasy, the laundry.

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric.
Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.

Criticism? An artist wants praise. Praise.

So, fall asleep love, loved by meÖfor I know love, I am loved by thee

If we donít believe in freedom of expression for people we despise,
we donít believe in it at all.

It is as useless to argue with those who have renounced the use of reason
as to administer medication to the dead.

Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin ó itís the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
 

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

Ah! The misery of harbours and the names they conjure when you are going nowhere~.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.

Itís hard to remember your goal was to drain the swamp when you are up to your ass in alligators.

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.

Beware the man who denounces women writers; his penis is tiny.

To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.

The purpose of poetry is to restore to mankind the possibility to wonder.

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