When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
Mr. [Aldous] Huxley has been the alarming young man for a long time, a sort of perpetual clever nephew who can be relied on to flutter the lunch party. Whatever will he say next? How does he think of those things? He has been deplored once or twice, but feeling is in his favor: he is steadily read. He is at once the truly clever person and the stupid person's idea of the clever person; he is expected to be relentless, to administer intellectual shocks.
But to be quite oneself one must first waste a little time.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
In 'real life' everything is diluted; in the novel everything is condensed.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Silences can be as different as sounds.
life is a succession of readjustments.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.
The novel does not simply recount experience, it adds to experience.
Chance is better than choice; it is more lordly. Chance is God, choice is man.
memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.
somehow at parties at which one stays standing up one seems to require to be more concentratedly intelligent than one does at those at which one can sit down.
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.
I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.
The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect.
Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.
Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.
we can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power to crack the tomb and grow up to any height.
The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better.
Certain books come to meet me, as do people.
Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.
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