The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

Each time you happen to me all over again.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

The very good people didn't convince me; I felt they'd never been tempted. But you knew; you understood; you had felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands — and yet you hated the things it asks of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference.

... caprice is as ruinous as routine.

Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.