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Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.

— Cyril Connolly The Unquiet Grave (1944)

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Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.

Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learnt to walk.

The Unquiet Grave (1944)

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

Enemies of Promise (1938)

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once, and they require separate techniques.

Enemies of Promise (1938)

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.

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