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    My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

    Words | Cold | Stones


    I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

    Flower | Eyes | Mountain


    I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

    Future | Today | Tomorrow


    Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.

    Reading | Reason | English


    I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

    Fear | Words | Unhappy


    Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

    Happy | Balance | Hunting


    There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

    Abhorrent | Philosophy


    Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

    Women | Men | Curves


    A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

    Milk | Meat | Gone


    Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

    Behind | Battles | Inspired


    Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

    Ego | Nations


    The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.

    Life | Reading | Demand


    Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

    Sober | Stiff | Ireland


    Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

    Family | Love | Mother


    The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

    God | Artist | Beyond


    Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

    Sow | Ireland | Eats


    If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

    Ireland | European


    You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

    Woman | Violence | Heaven


    Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

    Romantic | Moment | Youth


    The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.

    Brainy | Best | Men


       

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