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"She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started, the whole edifice might roar down and be done away with."
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"If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us."
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"I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests."

"We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value."

"It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented."

"She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started, the whole edifice might roar down and be done away with."

"I hate the word 'sneering', I can't help the way my face looks."

"To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else's type of thinking."

"I never storyboard. I hate it. I don't understand why so many directors want to make comic strips of their films."

"Life sometimes confuses us by making us discover in someone we hate a quality or qualities we love."
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"From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in Future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."

"Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest."

"It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it."

"Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love."

"We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam."

"It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away."

"It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes."

"Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shadows.What's it like up there? I thought. Are fires lit? Is it warm as breath? Who are all those people? Are they drinking? Are they happy?Do they even know I'm HERE?"
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