Genius is the talent of a person who is dead.
Historians tell the story of the past, novelists the story of the present.
If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
History is a novel that has been lived, a novel is history that could have been.