He thought he suddenly understood. For the Lincon-shire sergeant-major the word Peace meant that a man could stand … - Ford Madox Ford

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There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine: This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent flop, And work is the province of cattle, And rest's for a clam in a shell, So I'm thinking of throwing the battle - Would you kindly direct me to hell?

Ford Madox Ford

He thought he suddenly understood. For the Lincon-shire sergeant-major the word Peace meant that a man could stand up on a hill. For him it meant someone to talk to.

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Higher than the beasts, lower than the angels, stuck in our idiot Eden.

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If for nine years I have possessed a goodly apple that is rotten at the core and discover its rottenness only in nine years and six months less four days, isn't it true to say that for nine years I possessed a goodly apple?

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For the judging of contemporary literature the only test is one's personal taste. If you much like a new book, you must call it literature even though you find no other soul to agree with you, and if you dislike a book you must declare that it is not literature though a million voices should shout you that you are wrong. The ultimate decision will be made by Time.

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If you're going to have a character appear in a story long enough to sell a newspaper, he'd better be real enough that you can smell his breath.

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The object of the novelist is to keep the reader entirely oblivious of the fact that the author exists - even of the fact he is reading a book.

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