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There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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I do not see any beauty in self-restraint. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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I have never read a line of Walt Whitman. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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