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Age
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Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
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Art
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For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential --the imagination.
-Lawrence Durrell
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Charity
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The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.
-Lawrence Durrell
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Death
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I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.
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Heroes/Heroism
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Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.
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Letters (writing)
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A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
-Lawrence Durrell
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Love
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It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
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The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
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Music
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Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
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Music is only love looking for words.
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Patriotism
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Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
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Profanity, Swearing, Vulgarity
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It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.
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Revolution
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No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
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Travel
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Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will --whatever we may think.
-Lawrence Durrell
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Truth
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Truth disappears with the telling of it.
-Lawrence Durrell
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Women
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There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
-Lawrence Durrell
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Books by and about Lawrence Durrell