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Virginia Woolf

"I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it."

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"I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it."

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"What if God exists except it turns out he doesn't really like people very much?"

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"God is a metaphor for that which trancends all levels of intellectual thought. It's as simple as that."

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"Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke."

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"Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!"

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"I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best."

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"I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least."

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"I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best."

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"The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush."

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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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"Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes."
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"No doubt we should be, on the whole, much worse off than we are without our astonishing gift for illusion."
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"I reach my object and say, Wander no more. All else is trial and make-believe."
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"To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries. Everywhere else we may be bound by laws and conventions-there we have none."
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"I'll be blasted', he said, 'if I ever write another word, or try to write another word, to please Nick Greene or the Muse. Bad, good, or indifferent, I'll write, from this day forward, to please myself."
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"She could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad! She could have done it differently of course; the colour could have been thinned and faded; the shapes etherealised; that was how Paunceforte would have seen it. But then she did not see it like that. She saw the colour burning on a framework of steel; the light of a butterfly's wing lying upon the arches of a cathedral."
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