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Welcome O Life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. | |||
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{{right|'''–James Joyce'''}}<br> | |||
{{right|''(A Portrait of the Artist as Young Man)''}}<br> | |||
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One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one’s flesh in the ink-pot each time one dips one’s pen. | |||
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{{right|'''–Leo Tolstoi'''}}<br> | |||
{{right|''(Talk With Tolstoi)''}}<br> | |||
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I like criticism to be as serious as possible in content, but as personal and idiosyncratic in style as possible –thus reversing the usual academic recipe of the trivial point and the heavy style. | |||
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{{right|'''–Alfred Kazin'''}}<br> | |||
{{right|''(Contemporaries)''}} | |||
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