A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of you.

I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.

The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.

After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent.

Usually I avoided college students, whom I considered brutal, wrapped up in themselves, particularly in their youth, in which they found material for drama or an excuse for their own boredom. I did not care for young people.

I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.

For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.