unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it.

Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.