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Virginia Woolf

"Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order."

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"Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order."

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Amber Hurdle

"The truths of religion are never so well understood as by those who have lost the power of reason."

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"Sometimes the best lighting of all is a power failure."

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Amber Hurdle

"Every time I watch a person awaken to their inner strength, I see what we're made of, and we're magnificent. We're brilliant. We really are. We crave magic because we are magic. We crave power because we are pure power."

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Amber Hurdle

"I have a fantasy where Ted Turner is elected President but refuses because he doesn't want to give up power."

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"There is none made so great, but he may both need the help and service, and stand in fear of the power and unkindness, even of the meanest of mortals."

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Amber Hurdle

"...without money you cannot fight money."

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Amber Hurdle

"Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power."

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Amber Hurdle

"When you win, the rules change, and you find you've lost."

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Amber Hurdle

"The soul fire determines the strength of the spirit."

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Amber Hurdle

"The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination."

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"One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin."
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"I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh."
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"A woman, she had provoked this horror; a woman, she shouldh ave known how to deal with it. It was immesley to her discredit, sexually, to stand there dumb. One said - what did one say? - Oh, Mr. Ramsay! Dear Mr. Ramsay! That was what that kind old lady who sketched, Mrs. Beckwith, would have said instantly, and rightly. But, no. They stood there, isolated from the rest of the world. His immesnse self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and and spread itself in pools at her feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles, lest she should get wet."
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"I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual."
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"How then did it work out, this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt, or disliking?"
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"Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible."
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"He should be very proud of Andrew if he got a scholarship, he said. She would be just as proud of him if he didn't, she answered. They disagreed always about this, but it did not matter. She liked him to believe in scholarships, and he liked her to be proud of Andrew whatever he did."
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"Do you know I get such a passion for reading sometimes its like the other passion -writing- only the wrong side of the carpet."
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"If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs?"
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"Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea spills over. There is a brown pool on the table-it is running among your books and papers. Now you mop it up, clumsily, with your pocket-hankerchief. You then stuff your hankerchief back into your pocket-that is not Byron; that is so essentially you that if I think of you in twenty years' time, when we are both famous, gouty and intolerable, it will be by that scene: and if you are dead, I shall weep."
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