Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
D. H. LawrenceIf it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.
D. H. LawrenceCalifornia is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.
D. H. LawrenceMen live in glad obedience to the masters they believe in, or they live in a frictional opposition to the master they wish to undermine.
D. H. Lawrence