Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.

what was time but a convention, a habit of mind, a custom of dress?

No one to blame! That was why most people led lives they hated, with people they hated. How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right. You may be fragmented, but you feel absolved of all the blame for it. Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

Each artist or writer who works in Venice comes to believe that the city yields its most special secret to him or her alone.

Courage is the only Magic worth having.

Poetry is fired by love.

Women are not the richer sex. Women are not equal in society.