Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling.
Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.
... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.