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Utram bibis? Aquam an undam? Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?
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moments one knows only death will obliterate.
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only extroverts cry twice..
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The last I saw of him was of a dark blue back marching towards Shaftesbury Avenue; eternally the victor in a war where the losers win.
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I've been sitting here and thinking about God. I don't think I believe in God any more. It is not only me, I think of all the millions who must have lived like this in the war. The Anne Franks. And back through history. What I feel I know now is that God doesn't intervene. He lets us suffer. If you pray for liberty then you may get relief just because you pray, or because things happen anyhow which bring you liberty. But God can't hear. The..
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Hemos estado completamente desnudos uno frente al otro... !No podemos estar mas separados, sin embargo! Pero lo estamos,
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1. ' I hate people who collect things and classify things and give them names and then forget all about them. That's what people are always doing in art.They call a painter an impressionist or a cubist or something and then they put him in a drawer and don't see him as a living individual painter any more. But I can see they're beautiful arranged.' 2. ' Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in l..
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He has that selfishness -- it's not even an honest selfishness, because he puts the blame on life and then enjoys being selfish with a free conscience.
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selfishness
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Because I don't understand Him. Why He is, who He is, or how He is. And Maurice tells me I am quite intelligent. I think God must be very intelligent to be so much more intelligent than I am. To give me no clues. No certainties. No sights. No reasons. No motives.
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John Fowles |
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No religion is the only religion, no church the true church.
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It's like football. Two sides may each want to beat the other, they may even hate each other as sides, but if someone came and told them football is stupid and not worth playing or caring about, then they'd feel together. It's feeling that matters.
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politics
sides
football
feeling
caring
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Just because you can't express your feelings it doesn't mean they're not deep.
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feelings
expressing
expressing-yourself
expressions-of-emotion
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The sun moved, came on me, made me erotic. Sometimes to return is a vulgarity. The profoundest distances are never geographical.
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John Fowles |
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That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationship between objects. Whether the objects need each other, love each other, match each other. It is an extra dimension of feeling we men are without and one that makes war abhorrent to all real women--and absurd. I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relations..
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Perhaps nowhere is our human mania for possessing, our delusion that the owned cannot have a soul of its own, more harmful to us. This disanimation justified all the horrors of the African slave trade. If the black man is so stupid that he can be enslaved, he cannot have the soul of a white man, he must be a mere animal.
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slavery
ownership
possession
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Dunya bir genellikse benim hep bir istisna kalacagimi buyuran bir ferman vardi sanki.
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John Fowles |
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Fue como si me hubiera caido, desde el borde del mundo, al vacio. Un borde que aparecio asi, como de repente.
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secuestro
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John Fowles |
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I have hope. But it's all an illusion.
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John Fowles |
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Como es posible que me ame como dice? ?Como puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce?
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John Fowles |
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klm fhmt lHry@ `l~ nHw fDl , klm SbHt ql mtlkan lh
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From this skull-rock strange golden roots throw Ikons and incidents; the man in the mask Manipulates. I am the fool that falls And never learns to wait and watch, Icarus eternally damned, the dupe of time . . .
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Viva. Pero viva a la manera en que esta viva la muerte.
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vida
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Its meaning is whatever reaction it provokes in the reader, and so far as I am concerned there is no given 'right' reaction.
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My only plea is that all artists have to range the full extent of their own lives freely. The rest of the world can censor and bury their private past. We cannot, and so have to remain partly green till the day we die... callow-green in the hope of becoming fertile-green.
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Era inutil. Ella habia matado todo romance entre los dos, y se habia convertido en una mujer cualquiera para mi. Como las demas. Ya habia dejado de respetarla; ya nada quedaba de respetar en ella.
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Comprendo que soy terriblemente cobarde. No quiero morir, porque amo la vida apasionadamente. !Nunca habia sabido hasta hoy cuanta es mi ansia de vivir! Si consigo librarme de este infierno, jamas podre volver a ser lo que era antes.
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vida
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I know what I am to him. A butterfly he has always wanted to catch. I remember (the very fisrt time i met him) G.P. saying that collectors were the worst animals of all. He meant art collectors, of course. I didn't really understand, I thought he was just trying to shock Caroline - and me. But of course, he is right. They're anti-life, anti-art, anti-everything.
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Algunas veces tengo un enorme deseo de gritar, hasta que mi voz se rompa, !hasta la muerte! No puedo escribir. !No hay palabras! !Desesperacion, total desesperacion! He estado asi todo el dia. Se apodera de mi una especie de panico, lento, lentisimo... ?Que pudo haber pensado el cuando me encerro aqui?
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Man is a highly acquisitive creature, brainwashed by most modern societies into believing that the act of acquisition is more enjoyable than the fact of having acquired, that getting beats having got.
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Russia itself having turned to socialist realism - no-man's-land between surrealism and communism,...
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Only fools think our attitude to our fellow men is a thing distinct from our attitude to 'lesser' life.
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They're teaching you to express personality at the Slade - personality in general. But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating. It
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He got up and said, I think you've got something in you. I don't know. Women very rarely have. I mean most women just want to be good at something, they've got good-at minds, and they mean deftness and a flair and good taste and what-not. They can't ever understand that if your desire is to go to the furthest limits of yourself then the actual form your art takes doesn't seem important to you. Whether
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Ordinary experience, from waking second to second, is in fact highly synthetic (in the sense of combinative or constructive), and made of a complexity of strands, past memories and present perceptions, times and places, private and public history, hopelessly beyond science's powers to analyse. It is quintessentially 'wild' ... unphilosophical, irrational uncontrollable, incalculable.
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it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind. The technically accomplished buggers are two a penny in any period. Especially in this great age of universal education. He
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I remember later he said (Professor Higgins again), you don't really stand a dog's chance anyhow. You're too pretty. The art of love's your line: not the love of art.
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John Fowles |
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The collection had the eclectic impersonality of a public library.
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John Fowles |
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And the sky all wild, all free, all wind and air and space and stars.
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Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea.
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From the hills behind, came the solitary voice of a girl. She must have been bringing down the goats, and she was singing wildly. At the limit of her uninhibited voice, without any recognizable melody in Turkish Muslim intervals. It sounded disembodied, of place, not person. I remembered having heard a similar voice, perhaps this same girl's, singing one day on the hill behind the school. It had drifted down the hill into the classroom, and..
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She liked doing things, and only then finding a reason for doing them.
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Kak otmetil v svoei monografii "Piatidesiatye na rasput'e" doktor Konchis, "buntariu, kotoryi ne obladaet darom buntaria ot prirody, ugotovana sud'by trutnia; no i eta metafora netochna, ibo u trutnia vsegda ostaetsia pust' i mizernaia, no vozmozhnost' osemenit' matku, v to vremia kak dvunogii truten'-buntar' i takoi vozmozhnosti lishen; pri nekotorom umstvennom usilii on osoznaet sebia sushchestvom absoliutno besplodnym, sushchestvom, dlia..
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Ona khoroshaia, khoroshaia, no ee liubopytstvo stiagivaet menia, kak set'. Ia - budto urodlivyi parazit, kotoryi mozhet sushchestvovat' lish' pri udachnom stechenii obstoiatel'stv, v nekom neprochnom simbioze. Te, chto na sude, oshiblis', sochtia, chto ia - okhotnik za zhenshchinami. Na samom dele dostich' komforta, iskrennosti v obshchenii, dukhovnoi svobody ia mogu tol'ko s pomoshch'iu zhenshchin, kotorye okhotiatsia za mnoi. Ia zhertva, ..
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But everything beyond what he pays for and sees himself get is suspicious to him. He doesn't believe in any other world but the one he lives in and sees. He's the one in prison; in his own hateful narrow present world.
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