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Thursday
May282020

J. P. Donleavy

Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge. But my mother brought me up to be a lady.

Writing is turning life's worst moments into money.

Electronic books are a bad thing because they cannot be accumulated on shelves to remind you of your past, to impress your neighbors and colleagues, and to help prevent divorces thanks to the sheer bother of arguing over who owns what.

When I'm dead, I hope it may be said: his sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

You know, there must be happiness somewhere, when a lawyer dies.

But Jesus, when you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health, you worry about getting rupture or something. If everything is simply jake then you're frightened of death.

I'm starved for love. Not ordinary love but real love. The love that's like music or something.

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