Canadian - Writer | May 1, 1881 - August 6, 1929
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.
Mary MacLane
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I love devils.
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There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.
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Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.
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I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.
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Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.
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I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.
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I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.
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I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.
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I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.
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I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.
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I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.
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