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Science
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Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.
-Cyril Connolly
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Serenity
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Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.
-Cyril Connolly
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Sin
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Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.
-Cyril Connolly
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Solitude
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The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.
-Cyril Connolly
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Style
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Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
-Cyril Connolly
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No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind.
-Cyril Connolly
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Suicide
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There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say.
-Cyril Connolly
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Terrorism
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Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
-Cyril Connolly
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Travel
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A writer is in danger of allowing his talent to dull who lets more than a year go past without finding himself in his rightful place of composition, the small single unluxurious retreat of the twentieth century, the hotel bedroom.
-Cyril Connolly
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Vegetarian
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Never would it occur to a child that a sheep, a pig, a cow or a chicken was good to eat, while, like Milton's Adam, he would eagerly make a meal off fruits, nuts, thyme, mint, peas and broad beans which penetrate further and stimulate not only the appetite but other vague and deep nostalgias. We are closer to the Vegetable Kingdom than we know; is it not for man alone that mint, thyme, sage, and rosemary exhale crush me and eat me! -- for us that opium poppy, coffee-berry, tea-plant and vine perfect themselves? Their aim is to be absorbed by us, even if it can only be achieved by attaching themselves to roast mutton.
-Cyril Connolly
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Wisdom
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No one over thirty-five is worth meeting who has not something to teach us, --something more than we could learn for ourselves, from a book.
-Cyril Connolly
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Words
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Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.
-Cyril Connolly
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Youth
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Youth is a period of missed opportunities.
-Cyril Connolly
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Books by and about Cyril Connolly