• A. S. Byatt

    On the other side of attraction, is repulsion.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    Without this excitement they cannot have their Lyric Verse, and so they get it by any convenient means -- and with absolute sincerity -- but the Poems are not for the young lady, the young lady is for the Poems.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away—but oh how I sing in my gold cage.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meetIn long embraceIn purple darkIn silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    That is human nature, that people come after you, willingly enough, provided only that you no longer love or want them.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that subsequent events go on indifferently, all the same, as though such things had never been.

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  • A. S. Byatt

    I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.

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