[On journalists:] They are the scavengers of society who, possessing no guts of their own, tear out the guts of celebrities. They have the sycophantic, false enthusing gush of maiden aunts: who are accustomed to being trampled on doormats. Caitlin Thomas More Quotes by Caitlin Thomas More Quotes From Caitlin Thomas If happiness comes at all: which is by no means prearranged; it comes by the way, while you are seeking for something else. Something outside yourself, beyond yourself: in a brief absorption of self-forgetfulness. Caitlin Thomas self happiness mean Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity. Caitlin Thomas thieves love-is sex But the true evil of drink lies in the disillusion: that the initial pleasure very soon evaporates, leaving a demoralizing craving for more, which is not even temporarily pleasurable. Which then leads to deterioration of the faculties of both body and mind; plus a bewildering lack of co-operation between the two. Caitlin Thomas true-evil two lying The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going. Caitlin Thomas sand fire art One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return. Caitlin Thomas rough return should So it is useless to evade reality, because it only makes it more virulent in the end. But instead, look steadfastly into the slit, pin-pointed, malignant eyes of reality: as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts. Take it by the scruff of the neck, and shake the evil intent out of it; till it rattles out harmlessly, like gall bladder stones, fossilized on the floor. Caitlin Thomas eye hands reality When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do. Caitlin Thomas particular persons desire there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief. Caitlin Thomas gaiety gay grief England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots. Caitlin Thomas roots feelings mean I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage. Caitlin Thomas caring dawn beautiful there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking. Caitlin Thomas strong drinking order none of what I know is out of books. ... I prefer tactual learning. Touching, on the quick of the sore nail, of present, mobile life. To toy, to gnaw, to tear: at the living element of pain. Like at a living drumstick. Caitlin Thomas learning pain book resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language. Caitlin Thomas resignation stifling language I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive. Caitlin Thomas grief broken gone My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow. Caitlin Thomas cake cutting hands In America they make too much fuss of poets; in London they make too little. Caitlin Thomas london littles america anybody who drinks seriously is poor: so poor, poor, extra poor, me. Caitlin Thomas alcoholism poor drinking Anybody who thinks there is any vague chance of adult exchange with a child is up the spout; and would be much less disappointed if they recognized the chasm unbridgeably dividing them. Caitlin Thomas adults children thinking There is nothing harder for an Artist than to retain his Artistic integrity in the tomb of success. A tomb, nevertheless, which nearly every Artist: whether he admits it or not; naturally wants to get into. Caitlin Thomas artist success integrity Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him. Caitlin Thomas virtue want men
