Art consists in making others feel what we feel.
Never read a book to the end, nor even in sequence and without skipping.
Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.
To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is not to feel at all--it's merely to remember today what we felt yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost life.
To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.
Art gives us the illusion of liberation from the sordid business of being.