She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.

A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.

Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they all rise together, frightened away, is like the sound of giant sails flapping.