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That is the fundamental problem with writing: If you want your words to have any life whatsoever they cannot be held onto. Writing is a private thing, and it is hard, but there comes a time when you must stop shielding your words from all of the terrible things the world will say about them and let them out into the air to breathe.
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“I have no interest in refining my tastes and affectations. I hope I never become one of those people who is in the business of teaching himself how to like things less. For my part, it would seem to me the greatest gift to be of no educated sensibility whatsoever, to spend the greater portion of my years teaching myself only how to confront my life in a manner that disturbs me the least.”
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There’s a reason the author is so pessimistic about love: The men he writes about are too capricious and unkind with the hearts of women who love them, the women are the same with their men, and the rarefied pair of star crossed lovers has aligned against them a jealous god, a cruel and contemptuous world, or a universe bent upon their destruction.
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