Eugene O'Neill

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Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That's what I wanted - to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Life
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I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room - and God damn it - died in a hotel room.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dying
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One may not give one's soul to a devil of hate - and remain forever scatheless.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Hate
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The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Memories
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The lie of a pipe dream is what gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dream
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Age's terms of peace, after the long interlude of war with life, have still to be concluded-Youth must keep decently away-so many old wounds may have to be unbound, and old scars pointed to with pride, to prove to ourselves we have been brave and noble.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: War
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Critics? I love every bone in their heads.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Bones
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Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Cat
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Take some wood and canvas and nails and things. Build yourself a theater, a stage, light it, learn about it. When you've done that you will probably know how to write a play.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Writing
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We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men - and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come - until they're old like me.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Song
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A man's work is in danger of deteriorating when he thinks he has found the one best formula for doing it. If he thinks that, he is likely to feel that all he needs is merely to go on repeating himself . . . so long as a person is searching for better ways of doing his work, he is fairly safe.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Work
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The child was diseased at birth, stricken with a hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean poverty-the most deadly and prevalent of all diseases.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Children