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I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

Djuna Barnes

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Djuna Barnes
Age: 90 †
Born: 1892
Born: June 12
Died: 1982
Died: June 18
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
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Cornwall on Hudson
New York
Lydia Steptoe
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When one wants to become cognizant of the color and the texture of the soil, one does not get a ladder one gets a shovel. When one wants to get into touch with the texture of the universal mind, one does not go to Boston one goes to the Bowery.
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Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?
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We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
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Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.
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The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.
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I've seen death and I didn't like it.
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I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.
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To love without criticism is to be betrayed.
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We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.
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The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.
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Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity.
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I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.
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I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.
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And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?
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When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer but swinging shapes as of books upon a strap, of round and square boxes held under an arm, of hurrying little people heading towards the nearest school.
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I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
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Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.
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Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.
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Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.
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What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
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