Lawrence Durrell

Writer

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Love
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
Age
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
Imagination
I imagine, therefore I belong and am free.
Imagination
For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.
History
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
Jealousy
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.