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There's some instinctive attraction that draws you, as a writer, to your subject. And the attraction usually has to do with some primal personal thing that, of course, you have no idea about. In the end, the piece always comes down to the one or two sentences you struggle over. The sentences where you try to say explicitly what it is that the two of you, subject and writer, have in common. Those are the sentences that you just bang your hea..
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He has shown himself to be someone who is worthy of my gratitude. For you understand, my child"--Colette was again writing to Germaine Patat--"everything I'm not speaking of in this letter.... Distance and reflexion have been working on me, and I am obliged to observe that I've been brought to this place by a well-prepared train of events, which horrifies me. I also know that the house I shall return to will be empty."
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Nothing remains to me except to be someone who has never acted in her own best interest, and who has never known a greedy passion except one: to cherish.
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It is true that most of these men were closeted transgressors, while Colette played out her revolt in public. They were secretly attracted by her vital force. Their languor and formality were alien to her--but not their fetish worship of human beauty.
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To cool off mind and body, she went rowing on the lake in the Bois. "O healthy exercise, distract me from such thoughts that might unsettle a sturdy creature of my kind!"
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my true friends always gave me this supreme proof of attachment: a spontaneous aversion to the man I loved.
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