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Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark? — Keri Hulme

There is no such thing as an absolute truth to be discovered. — T. E. Hulme

All clear cut ideas turn out to be wrong. — T. E. Hulme

A poem is good if it contains a new analogy and startles the reader out of the habit of treating words as counters. — T. E. Hulme

Oh all the world is a little queer, except thee and me, and sometimes, I wonder about thee. — Keri Hulme

The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide. — Keri Hulme

If I were you, the operator sounds happy he's not. — Keri Hulme

Self-evidently, dangerous climate change will not emerge from a normal scientific process of truth seeking. — Mike Hulme

She has this curious heavy grace, like something out of its element making do in a heavier medium. Like she should be living in water. — Keri Hulme

Or," she looked down into the drink, "I used to. Now it feels like the best part of me has got lost in the way I live. — Keri Hulme

It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me. — Keri Hulme

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow. — Keri Hulme

But something. Something has died. Isn't there now. I can't paint.' There are tears in her voice but none in her eyes. 'I am dead inside'. — Keri Hulme

I have a grasshopper and haphazard mind y'know, a brain that listens to all sorts of things as well as itself. — Keri Hulme

You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read ... — Keri Hulme

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance. — Keri Hulme

I am exceedingly angry for no good reason. — Keri Hulme

Sometimes, the waves grow hushed, but the sea is always there, touching, caressing, eating the earth ... — Keri Hulme

I am not a person to say the words out loud / I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page. — Keri Hulme

Every man must skin his own skunk, — F. Edward Hulme

Born with blue spectacles, you would think the world was blue and never be conscious of the existence of the distorting glass. — T. E. Hulme

I know about me. I am the moons sister, a tidal child stranded on land. The sea always in my ear, a surf of eternal discontent in my blood. — Keri Hulme

All the land is filled with mysteries, and this place fairly sings with them. — Keri Hulme

All national histories are partisan and designed to give us a good conceit of ourselves. — T. E. Hulme

All conviction - and so, necessarily, conversion - is based on the motor and emotional aspects of the mind. — T. E. Hulme

Thought is prior to language and consists in the simultaneous presentation to the mind of two different images. — T. E. Hulme

I am not dead yet! I can still call forth a piece of soul and set it down in color, fixed forever. — Keri Hulme

But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk ... — Keri Hulme

You must never lose the awareness that in yourself you are nothing, you are only an instrument. An instrument is nothing until it is lifted. — Kathryn Hulme

Poverty, chastity, and obedience are extremely difficult. But there are always the graces if you will pray for them. — Kathryn Hulme

Never forget that God tests his real friends more severely than the lukewarm ones. — Kathryn Hulme

The artist tries to see what there is to be interested in ... He has not created something,he has seen something. — T. E. Hulme

Literature, like memory, selects only the vivid patches. — T. E. Hulme

A moon shining a broken road oversea; a lone woman naked to her waist waits at the edge of moonlight; a shadow person watching for meaning somewhere. — Keri Hulme

All emotions are the ore from which poetry may be sifted. — T. E. Hulme

Prose is a museum, where all the old weapons of poetry are kept — T. E. Hulme

Old houses were scaffolding once and workmen whistling. — T. E. Hulme