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To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...

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• Life

The beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

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Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

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• Writing

She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.

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• Life

For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

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A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

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By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream

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Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

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• Love

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

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• Life

Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.

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• Books

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

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Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.

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• Books

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

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• Life

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

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• Books

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

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• Writing