Author of quotes: Iris Murdoch. Page 5

On n'aime qu'une fois, la premiére.
Love only once - the first (FR).

Just can't understand why. Tommy, we must leave.
- Don't tell me this now, when we have an understanding...
- No understanding between us. You're in some kind of trance. And I'm as cold as herring.

Sin and pain are inextricably linked with each other.

- You're funny girl. Sometimes you I like.
- Sometimes you too I like.

- You're exactly dead, like a zombie.
- I'd like to be dead.

- Not to pour more whiskey, dear?
- No.
- What would you like to get for Christmas?
- A loaded revolver.

... say that the person you have wronged, should make you disgusted.

The human mind is just a repository of all sorts of accidents. In everyday life there is nothing. There is nothing completed. But life is not a game. It's not even pantomime.

And right after all Arthur. In fact really we don't exist. And yet suffer like crazy. There was something in me, a painful conglomeration of resentment, anxiety, and pain, something polarisavenue, swallowed, but not digested and still screaming.

- Wendy - a human being, the seeker of the truth. She cums a compromise.
- Only half living in the real world?
Yes, as many of us. This defeat, but the defeat is quite decent. More likely, it is impossible to count.

Poetry begins where ends the word.
- In poetry the word only begins.

I want to say that inspiration turns into madness, if it is not associated with the daily life. It becomes destructive, just a ridiculous explosion of anger.

... if we assume that the world is an illusion, then you can do whatever you like. A very convenient doctrine.

Human life is a theatre of horrors.