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pleasure could not be an assumption

Graham had many pleasures and, perhaps, even in later years, some euphoric moments. But enjoyment was transitory and not, to him, a necessity: a disposition, deeply attributable to temperament, which should also be referred to his background and generation. As with other Englishmen of his age—who h…

—p.11 Greene on Capri: A Memoir by Shirley Hazzard
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we were, all four, writers and readers

Graham then was in his midsixties; Francis, two years younger; Michael Richey, late forties. I was in my thirties. Graham and Michael were both Catholics, Graham having converted at the time of his youthful marriage. (Years later, after Graham’s death, Michael wrote to me: “One bond—if it’s not too…

—p.8 by Shirley Hazzard
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I feel an anger that I shall never be her again topic/growing-older

Jenny has a daughter fourteen years old. Today it is her scene.

The young actress is soft and delicate, with a clear voice. It is easy to recognize Linn in her a few years hence, to discover this with tenderness and wistfulness.

I try to picture to myself how I was when I was that young, but …

—p.238 Changing by Liv Ullmann
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not to speak of the experience it would bring to living project/stunt-story

Life experiences become acting experiences, which in turn become life experiences.

I scream with Jenny in front of the camera and feel tremendously relieved afterward.

Think what experience one could bring to one’s work after death, not to speak of the experience it would bring to living.

—p.237 by Liv Ullmann
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do you want to be friends again?

I am furious at Ingmar, who lets me go through this, and when the bell sounds for lunch I race out of the studio. To his wife in the corridor I shout in passing that I hate her husband.

Later that afternoon I go to find Erland, a cherished colleague and confidant. I march into his room without k…

—p.227 by Liv Ullmann