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The art of prose governed by syncopated thinking; for thoughts curdle in the heart if not expressed. An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.

— Lawrence Durrell The Avignon Quintet (1974)

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Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.

The Alexandria Quartet (1957)

Man is only an extension of the spirit of place.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

The Listener (1978)

It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

The Alexandria Quartet (1957)

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