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"When poverty creeps in the door, love flies in through the window. Or proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a dance of blossoms in blue skies."

"People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity."

There was something fascinating in this son of Love and Death.

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

"Sin is the only real colour element left in modern life."

"But we never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty, become sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth!"

"Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul."

Was there anything so real as words?

Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, poisons us.

If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

The first shot may have been fired back in Villon, when he stole her life along with her soul, but this, this, is the beginning of the war.

"I remember you."
—AHHHHH

It reminds her of Dorian Gray, time reflected in cowhide instead of human skin.
— (This is such a cool comparison, how Addie feels like the jacket shows her age and growth instead of herself)

"But how," said Charles, who was close to tears, "how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?"
Henry lit a cigarette. "I prefer to think of it," he had said, "as redistribution of matter."

"Why, we're looking for new ferns," he said, and took a step towards him.

oh wow

"I mean we think of phenomenal change as being the very essence of time, when it's not at all. Time is something which defies spring and winter, birth and decay, the good and the bad, indifferently. Something changeless and joyous and absolutely indestructible."

"Quite simply," he said, "we didn't believe. And belief was the one condition which was absolutely necessary. Belief, and absolute surrender."

*got up to here yesterday

"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."

"And if beauty is terror," said Julian, "then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?"
"To live," said Camilla.
"To live forever," said Bunny, chin cupped in palm.

"Death is the mother of beauty," said Henry.
"And what is beauty?"
"Terror."

"Well said," said Julian. "Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming."

"Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so? Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls – which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing?"

"I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive."