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"How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do""Except to teach me for the first time what they meant."
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"Music awaken our soul."
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"The proper stuff of fiction does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling every thought every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon no perception comes amiss. And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her as well as honour and love her for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured."
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"I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed."
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"The writing of somemenis like a vast bridgethat carries youoverthe many thingsthat claw and tear.The Wine of Forever."
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"Music gives life to the soul."
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"Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art."
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"I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language."
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"The capacity to be puzzled is the premise of all creation, be it in art or in science."
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"I see my life in terms of music."
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"Professing not to care is a primordial defense mechanism. Whenever a person finds oneself mired in failure and despondency, rebelling is a viable option to preserve false personal pride."
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"Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject."
Death
"As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less, Who goes to bed with whom."
Humor
"The planet's tyrant, dotard Death, had held his gray mirror before them for a moment and shown them the image of things to come."
Mortality
"Lord Peter's library was one of the most delightful bachelor rooms in London. Its scheme was black and primrose; its walls were lined with rare editions, and its chairs and Chesterfield sofa suggested the embraces of the houris. In one corner stood a black baby grand, a wood fire leaped on a wide old-fashioned hearth, and the SA vres vases on the chimneypiece were filled with ruddy and gold chrysanthemums. To the eyes of the young man who was ushered in from the raw November fog it seemed not only rare and unattainable, but friendly and familiar, like a colourful and gilded paradise in a mediAval painting."
Literature
"In fact, there is perhaps only one human being in a thousand who is passionately interested in his job for the job's sake. The difference is that if that one person in a thousand is a man, we say, simply, that he is passionately keen on his job; if she is a woman, we say she is a freak."
Equality
"The making of miracles to edification was as ardently admired by pious Victorians as it was sternly discouraged by Jesus of Nazareth. Not that the Victorians were unique in this respect. Modern writers also indulge in edifying miracles though they generally prefer to use them to procure unhappy endings, by which piece of thaumaturgy they win the title of realists."
Criticism
"The more clamour we make about 'the women's point of view', the more we rub it into people that the women's point of view is different, and frankly I do not think it is -- at least in my job. The line I always want to take is, that there is the 'point of view' of the reasonably enlightened human brain, and that this is the aspect of the matter which I am best fitted to uphold."
Gender
"There were crimson roses on the bench, they looked like splashes of blood."
Nature
"The vital power of an imaginative work demands a diversity within its unity, and the stronger the diversity the more massive the unity."
Imagination
"Nothing goes so well with a hot fire and buttered crumpets as a wet day without and a good dose of comfortable horrors within. The heavier the lashing of the rain and the ghastlier the details, the better the flavour seems to be."
Observation
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