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Anaïs Nin
“The senses created river beds of responses formed in part from the sediments, the waste, the overflow from the oiginal experience. A partial resemblance could stir what remained of the imperfectly rooted out love which had not died a natural death.”
Anaïs Nin, Spy In The House Of Love

Flann O'Brien
“Are you completely doubtless that you are nameless?’ he asked.

‘Positively certain.’

‘Would it be Mick Barry?’

‘No.’

‘Charlemagne O’Keeffe?’

‘No.’

‘Sir Justin Sens?’

‘Not that.’

‘Kimberley?’

‘No.’

‘Bernard Fann?’

‘No.’

‘Joseph Poe or Nolan?’

‘No.’

‘One of the Garvins of or the Moynihans?’

‘Not them.’

‘Rosencranz O’Dowd?’

‘No.’

‘Would it be O’Benson?’

‘Not O’Benson.’

‘The Quigleys, the Mulrooneys or the Hounimen?’

‘No’

‘The Hardimen or the Merrimen?’

‘Not them,’

‘Peter Dundy?’

‘No.’

‘Scrutch?’

‘No.’

‘Lord Brad?’

‘Not him.’

‘The O’Growneys, the O’Roartys or the Finnehys?

‘No.’

‘This is an amazing piece of denial and denunciation’ he said (…) ‘An astonishing parade of nullity’; he added.”
Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman

Penelope Mortimer
“I have tried to be honest with you, although I suppose that you would really have been more interested in my not being honest. Some of these things happened, and some were dreams. They were all true, as I understood truth. They are all real, as I understood reality.”
Penelope Mortimer, The Pumpkin Eater

Flann O'Brien
“Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do I understand.”
Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman

Flann O'Brien
“You mean that because I have no name I cannot die and that you cannot be held answerable for death even if you kill me?"

"That is about the size of it," said the Sergeant.

I felt so sad and so entirely disappointed that tears came into my eyes and a lump of incommunicable poignancy swelled tragically in my throat. I began to feel intensely every fragment of my equal humanity. The life that was bubbling at the end of my fingers was real and nearly painful in intensity and so was the beauty of my warm face and the loose humanity of my limbs and the racy health of my red rich blood. To leave it all without good reason and to smash the little empire into small fragments was a thing too pitiful even to refuse to think about.”
Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman

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