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101 " I have hope. But it's all an illusion. "
― John Fowles , The Collector
102 " ¿Cómo es posible que me ame como dice? ¿Cómo puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce? "
103 " I know what I am to him. A butterfly he has always wanted to catch. I remember (the very fisrt time i met him) G.P. saying that collectors were the worst animals of all. He meant art collectors, of course. I didn't really understand, I thought he was just trying to shock Caroline - and me. But of course, he is right. They're anti-life, anti-art, anti-everything. "
104 " Algunas veces tengo un enorme deseo de gritar, hasta que mi voz se rompa, ¡hasta la muerte! No puedo escribir. ¡No hay palabras! ¡Desesperación, total desesperación! He estado así todo el día. Se apodera de mí una especie de pánico, lento, lentísimo... ¿Qué pudo haber pensado él cuando me encerró aquí? "
105 " They’re teaching you to express personality at the Slade – personality in general. But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it’s no go if your personality isn’t worth translating. It "
106 " He got up and said, I think you’ve got something in you. I don’t know. Women very rarely have. I mean most women just want to be good at something, they’ve got good-at minds, and they mean deftness and a flair and good taste and what-not. They can’t ever understand that if your desire is to go to the furthest limits of yourself then the actual form your art takes doesn’t seem important to you. Whether "
107 " it’s rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven’t any choice. But it’s what you say that counts. It’s what distinguishes all great art from the other kind. The technically accomplished buggers are two a penny in any period. Especially in this great age of universal education. He "
108 " I remember later he said (Professor Higgins again), you don’t really stand a dog’s chance anyhow. You’re too pretty. The art of love’s your line: not the love of art. "
109 " And the sky all wild, all free, all wind and air and space and stars. "
110 " Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea. "
111 " a cloud, it would "
112 " Ama Tanrı duaları duymaz. O'nda duymak veya görmek veya acımak veya yardım etmek gibi insanlıktan eser yoktur. "
113 " There were even times I thought I would forget her. But forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me. "
114 " 8. You hate the political buisness of nationality. You hate everything, in politics and art and everything else, that is not genuine and deep and necessary. You don't have time for silly trivial things. You live seriously. You don't go to silly films, even if you want to; you don't read cheap newspapers; you don't listen to trash on the wireless and the telly; you don't waste time talking about nothing. You use your life. "
115 " Accepting the sadness. Knowing that to pretend it was all gay was treachery. Treachery to everyone sad at the moment, everyone ever sad, treachery to such music, such truth. "
116 " We hardly said anything, we seemed to communicate through the chessmen, there was something very symbolic about my winning. That he wished me to feel. I don’t know what it was. I don’t know whether it was that he wanted me to see my “virtue” triumphed over his “vice” or something subtler, that sometimes losing is winning. "
117 " Как-то он показал мне сосуд. Называется морилка. Усыплятьбабочек. Вот я и сижу в такой морилке. Бьюсь крыльями о стекло. Оттого, чтооно прозрачно, мне кажется, что побег возможен. Что есть надежда. Только этовсего лишь иллюзия. "
118 " No le importa lo que yo digo y lo que siento. Mis sentimientos no significan nada para él. El hecho que le importa es que me tiene en su poder. "
119 " Of course I looked sad. But I didn’t really feel sad. Or it wasn’t a sadness that hurt, not an all-through one. I rather enjoyed it. Beastly, but I did. I sang on the way home. The romance, the mystery of it. Living. "
120 " The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke.We're so weak physically, so helpless with things. Still, even today. But we're stronger than they are. We can stand their cruelty. They can't stand ours. "