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4aec229
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"What in hell are you really made of, Howard? After all, it's only a building. It's not the combination of holy sacrament, Indian torture, and sexual ecstasy that you seem to make of it." "Isn't it?"
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passion
inspiration
howard-roark
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Ayn Rand |
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dc7f018
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How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you--except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important?
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howard-roark
mallory
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Ayn Rand |
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05c8b7a
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I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...--I want you like an animal...or a whore.
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want
love
dominique-francon
howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
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3f2f7c8
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A man's spirit is his self. That entity which is his consciousness. To think, to feel, to judge, to act are functions of the ego.
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howard-roark
the-fountainhead
self
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Ayn Rand |
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0efc443
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I recognize no obligations toward men except one: to respect their freedom and to take no part in a slave society.
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howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
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135a749
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...the best is a matter of standards--and I set my own standards.
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howard-roark
the-fountainhead
standards
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Ayn Rand |
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f35c547
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She wondered why she had never noticed that she did not know his name and why she had never asked him. Perhaps because she had known everything she had to know about him from that first glance.
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love
howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
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7755b07
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When they lay in bed together it was--as it had to be, as the nature of the act demanded--an act of violence. It was surrender, made the more complete by the force of their resistance. It was an act of tension, as the great things on earth are things of tension. It was tense as electricity, the force fed on resistance, rushing through wires of metal stretched tight; it was tense as water made into power by the restraining violence of a dam. The touch of his skin against hers was not a caress, but a wave of pain, it became pain by being wanted too much, by releasing in fulfillment all the past hours of desire and denial.
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dominique-francon
howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
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1c6e329
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I don't make comparisons. I never think of myself in relation to anyone else. I just refuse to measure myself as part of anything. I'm an utter egotist.
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howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
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14d329c
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...she had nothing to hide from him, nothing to keep unstated, everything was granted, answered, found.
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howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |