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I am not a born writer, but I was born a writer.

Enid Bagnold

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Enid Bagnold
Age: 91 †
Born: 1889
Born: October 27
Died: 1981
Died: March 31
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A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
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The dangerous thing about hate is that it seems so reasonable.
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I don't like people, said Velvet. ... I only like horses.
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Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.
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An only child is never twelve.
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You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old.
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Things come suitable to the time.
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Sex -- the great inequality, the great miscalculator, the great Irritator.
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If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.
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After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
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Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.
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When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.
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One can lie, but truth is more interesting.
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It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.
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Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?
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The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.
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The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.
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