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Quote by Anton Chekhov
I confess I seldom commune with my conscience when I write. - Anto

I confess I seldom commune with my conscience when I write. – Anton Chekhov

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In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with humans it is the other way around: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar. – Anton Chekhov

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It’s not plagiarism — I’m recycling words, as any good environmentally conscious writer would do. – Uniek Swain

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I would always be that same maddening, monstrous mixture of pedantry, egoism, politeness, selfishness, kindliness, sneakiness, larkiness, sociability, loneliness, ambition, ordered calm and hidden intensity. I would cover my life with words. I would spray the whole bloody world with words. – Stephen Fry (b.1957), Moab is my Washpot #INFJ

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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. – T.S. Eliot

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A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer. – Karl Kraus

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Analysis does not set out to make pathological reactions impossible, but to give the patients ego freedom to decide one way or another. – Sigmund Freud

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He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor. – Sarah Bernhardt

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The ideas that come out of most brainstorming sessions are usually superficial, trivial, and not very original. They are rarely useful. The process, however, seems to make uncreative people feel that they are making innovative contributions and that others are listening to them. – A Harvey Block

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I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. – John Edward Masefield

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