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"When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body."
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"There comes a time that every obstacle may stand against you, it takes your love to keep you on track with what you are passionate about pursuing."

"Passion gives you direction. It serves as an inner compass that links you to action."

"Our passion, even our insult, could be turned into a blessing."

"Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet."

"I enjoy writing fiction more than writing anything else. Wouldn't anyone?"

"A passionate person says "over my dead body, I will never give up" and you ask him why, he answers "because I have found something not only to live on, but something to die for!""
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"Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it."

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

"The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again."

"When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body."

"Love reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table where I wait for him, or opens the gate to our house, the sight of him is sufficient to exult me. No letter from anyone, even in praise of my book, can stir me as much as a note from him."

"We are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks."

"You sought to preserve your creative instincts and what would nourish them. But neurosis itself does not nourish the artist, you know; he creates in spite of it, out of anything, any material given to him. The torments and hells of [crazy men], are not for you."
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