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Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I’d like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.
Katherine Mansfield
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Katherine Mansfield
Age: 34 †
Born: 1888
Born: October 14
Died: 1923
Died: January 9
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Wellington
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England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.
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Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones.
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There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.
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It's rather nice to think of oneself as a sailor bending over the map of one's mind and deciding where to go and how to go. The great thing to remember is we can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough.
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Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.
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You have never been curious about me you never wanted to explore my soul.
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There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.
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I'm a writer first and a woman after.
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Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.
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I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write
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The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.
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I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious. But now that I have wrestled with it, it's no longer so. I feel happy- deep down. All is well.
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Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.
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Life never become a habit to me. It's always a marvel.
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Outside the sky is light with stars
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No, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.
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