A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.
Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.
Guilt is the one burden human beings can't bear alone.
He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.
Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue.