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The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
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Murder your darlings.
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I learned a little of beauty-- enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth...
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And that taught me you can't have anything, you can't have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it - but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you've got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.
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She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.
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Human sympathy has its limits.
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Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night
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Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
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I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.
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I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.
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They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
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How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.
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There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--
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We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.
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We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can't. Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical ill-considered criticism.
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I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor"
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Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
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The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
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It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
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When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everything was going well.
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They were careless people, Tom and Daisy--they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
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People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
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I know myself," he cried, "but that is all."
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I am a woman and my business is to hold things together. My business is to tear them apart.
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A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.
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Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.
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I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.
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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
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She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.
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It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.
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Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.
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If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.
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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
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I want leisure to read--an immense amount.
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Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others.
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It's a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don't see or care.
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All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.
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I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I like to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden stre..
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Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do; they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.
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The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.
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Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.
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It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.
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Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand."
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