It always gave her a sense of strength, advantage, to be departing and leaving the other behind.
Moreover she was taking the man with her, if only in hate.
Birkin stood aside, fixed and unreal.

But now, when it was his turn to bid good-bye, he began to speak again.
'There's the whole difference in the world,' he said, 'between the actual sensual being, and the vicious mental-deliberate profligacy our lot goes in for.

In our night-time, there's always the electricity switched on, we watch ourselves, we get it all in the head, really.
You've got to lapse out before you can know what sensual reality is, lapse into unknowingness, and give up your volition.

You've got to do it.

You've got to learn not-to-be, before you can come into being.
'But we have got such a conceit of ourselves--that's where it is.