How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.
D. H. LawrenceNobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.
D. H. LawrenceYou're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--
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