Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?
D. H. LawrenceFor even satire is a form of sympathy. It is the way our sympathy flows and recoils that really determines our lives. And here lies the vast importance of the novel, properly handled. It can inform and lead into new places our sympathy away in recoil from things gone dead. Therefore the novel, properly handled, can reveal the most secret places of life: for it is the passional secret places of life, above all, that the tide of sensitive awareness needs to ebb and flow, cleansing and freshening.
D. H. LawrenceAnd that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.
D. H. LawrenceThe Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
D. H. Lawrence