Quotes About D. H. Lawrence

California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

The novel is the highest example of subtle interrelatedness that man has discovered.

The Mystic of Sex" (an essay on D. H. Lawrence published pseudonymously in The Canadian Forum, in October 1930), and its offspring, the "Unprofessional Study" of D. H. Lawrence, published in 1932, reflect her own urgent needs to express her sexuality, to reorder the framework of her marriage, as much, perhaps, as they were a passionate defense (the first by a woman) of a much maligned fellow artist.

My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.

Anything by D. H. Lawrence or Jean Genet - 'Zen Mind,' 'Beginner's Mind' is my daily go to for non-fiction.

No good writer ever merely cheered us up. But there's an unblinking stare into the darkness of things we have to go elsewhere to find. Jane Austen was made of strong stuff. She was too satiric for D. H. Lawrence's taste and too unforgiving for Kingsley Amis's, but you would still not call her hellish.

The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

A curious latency stirred in her consciousness that was not yet an idea.

The shame, the roused feeling of exposure acted on his brain, made him heavy, unutterably heavy.

She didn't like weepy films. She liked to quote D. H. Lawrence : Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got. Hers were grim European films — Antonioni, Bertolucci, Bergman — films where everybody died or wished they had.

I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

If a novel reveals true and vivid relationships, it is a moral work, no matter what the relationships consist in. If the novelisthonours the relationship in itself, it will be a great novel.

We are always sure that the heroine is fiery and passionate, which is quite an achievement when the plot has had to keep her passive, inactive and loveless for long stretches. Up to the point when Jane's love declares itself, the novel establishes the passion largely by negatives—a method very prophetic of that of D. H. Lawrence, who was in many ways influenced by Charlotte Brontë.

How beastly the bourgeois isespecially the male of the species.

He was a little model, was Benjamin. Doctor Franklin. Snuff-colored little man! Immortal soul and all!