Cyril Connolly

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Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learned to walk.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Life
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A mutually fulfilled sexual union between two people is the rarest sensation which life can provide. But it is not quite real. It stops when the telephone rings. Such a passion can be kept at its early strength only by adding to it either more and more unhappiness (jealousy, separation, doubt, renunciation), or more and more artificiality (drink, technique, stage-illusions). Whoever has missed this has never lived, who lives for it alone is but partly alive.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Real
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If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are; like fishes not meant to swim.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Swim
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Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Tree
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Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Selfish
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Two weeks before his death, a friend asked him half jokingly if he had discovered any meaning in life. "Yes," he replied, "there is a meaning; at least, for me, there is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people."
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Two
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When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Writing
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Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Hate
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Poets arguing about modern poetry: jackals snarling over a dried-up well.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Arguing
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Melancholy and remorse form the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality; we run aground sooner than the flat-bottomed pleasure-lovers but we venture out in weather that would sink them and we choose our direction.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Running
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He [George Orwell] would not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Art
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It is after creation, in the elation of success, or the gloom of failure, that love becomes essential.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Love Is
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The headmistress was an able instructress in French and history and we learned with her as fast as fear could teach us.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Able
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The disasters of the world are due to its inhabitants not being able to grow old simultaneously. There is always a raw and intolerant nation eager to destroy the tolerant and mellow.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: War
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Carelessness is not fatal to journalism, nor are cliches, for the eye rests lightly on them. But what is intended to be read once can seldom be read more than once; a journalist has to accept the fact that his work, by its very todayness, is excluded from any share in tomorrow.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Eye
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Young writers if they are to mature require a period of between three and seven years in which to live down their promise. Promise is like the mediaeval hangman who after settling the noose, pushed his victim off the platform and jumped on his back, his weight acting a drop while his jockeying arms prevented the unfortunate from loosening the rope. When he judged him dead he dropped to the ground.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Writing
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If Montaigne is a man in the prime of life sitting in his study on a warm morning and putting down the sum of his experience in his rich, sinewy prose, then Pascal is that same man lying awake in the small hours of the night when death seems very close and every thought is heightened by the apprehension that it may be his last.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Morning
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The lesson one can learn from Firbank is that of inconsequence. There is the vein which he tapped and which has not yet been fully exploited.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Veins
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The shock, for an intelligent writer, of discovering for the first time that there are people younger than himself who think him stupid is severe.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Stupid
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In the dream of approaching forty I saw myself as about to die and realized that I was no longer myself, but a creature inhabited entirely by parasites, as a caterpillar is occupied by the grubs of the ichneumon fly. Gin, whisky, sloth, fear, guilt, tobacco, had made themselves my inquilines; alcohol sloshed about within, while tendrils of melon and vine grew out of ears and nostrils; my mind was a worn gramophone record, my true self was such a ruin as to seem non-existent, and all this had happened in the last three years.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Dream
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The English masses are lovable: they are kind, decent, tolerant, practical and not stupid. The tragedy is that they are too many of them, and that they are aimless, having outgrown the servile functions for which they were encouraged to multiply. One day these huge crowds will have to seize power because there will be nothing else for them to do, and yet they neither demand power nor are ready to make use of it; they will learn only to be bored in a new way.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Stupid
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The true work of art is the one which the seventh wave of genius throws up the beach where the undertow of time cannot drag it back.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Beach
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The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Civilization
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There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Pain
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The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Communication
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The detective story itself is in a dilemma. It is a vein which is in danger of being worked out, the demand is constant, the powers of supply variable, and the reader, with each one he absorbs, grows a little more sophisticated and harder to please, while the novelist, after each one he writes, becomes a little more exhausted.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Writing
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Optimism and self-pity are the positive and negative poles of modern cowardice.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Inspirational
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A great writer created a world of his own and his readers are proud to live in it. A lesser writer may entice them in for a moment, but soon he will watch them filing out.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Writing
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Beautiful women must think about their beauty as capitalists think about their investments or politicians about their majorities; it is all they have to insure their places in the world.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Funny
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A life based on reason will always require to be balanced by an occasional bout of violent and irrational emotion, for instinctual drives must be satisfied
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Collection: Emotion
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I review novels to make money, because it is easier for a sluggard to write an article a fortnight than a book a year, because the writer is soothed by the opiate of action, the crank by posing as a good journalist, and having an air hole. I dislike it. I do it and I am always resolving to give it up.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Book
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It is the fear of middle-age in the young, of old-age in the middle-aged, which is the prime cause of infidelity, that infallible rejuvenator.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Infidelity
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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
Collection: Dream
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There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Hurt
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Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be encountered. Proust in Venice, Matisse's birdcages overlooking the flower market at Nice, Gide on the seventeenth-century quais of Toulon, Lorca in Granada, Picasso by Saint-Germain-des-Prés: there lies civilization and for me it can exist only under those liberal regimes in which the Present is alive and therefore capable of assimilating the Past.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Country
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An author arrives at a good style when his language performs what is required of it without shyness.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Writing
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There cannot be a personal God without a pessimistic religion. As soon as there is a personal God he is a disappointing God.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: God
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Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be discovered.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Country
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Hemingway is great in that alone of living writers he has saturated his work with the memory of physical pleasure, with sunshine and salt water, with food, wine and making love and the remorse which is the shadow of that sun.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Memories
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The Expulsion from Eden is an act of vindictive womanish spite; the Fall of Man, as recounted in the Bible, comes nearer to the Fall of God.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Fall
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It is a consolation of human life that the sick forget what it is like to feel well, or the miserable to be happy.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Sick
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What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine?
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Wine
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It is significant comment on the victory of science over magic that were someone to say ‘if I put this pill in your beer it will explode,’ we might believe them; but were they to cry ‘if I pronounce this spell over your beer it will go flat,’ we should remain incredulous and Paracelsus, the Alchemists, Aleister Crowley and all the Magi have lived in vain. Yet when I read science I turn magical; when I study magic, scientific.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Believe
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An aesthetic movement with a revolutionary dynamism and no popular appeal should proceed quite otherwise than by public scandal, publicity stunt, noisy expulsion and excommunication.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Scandal
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Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Marriage
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When I contemplate the accumulation of guilt and remorse which, like a garbage-can, I carry through life, and which is fed not only by the lightest action but by the most harmless pleasure, I feel Man to be of all living things the most biologically incompetent and ill-organized. Why has he acquired a seventy years life-span only to poison it incurably by the mere being of himself? Why has he thrown Conscience, like a dead rat, to putrefy in the well?
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Men
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Happiness lies in the fulfillment of the spirit through the body.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: Lying
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That sinister Stonehenge of economic man, Rockefeller Center.
- Cyril Connolly
Collection: New York