One forgets so quickly one's own youth.
A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.
Innocence is a kind of insanity
I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.
Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful, one can wage a pitiless war, but not against the unattractive: then the millstone weighs on the breast.
A writer doesn't write for his readers, does he? Yet he has to take elementary precautions all the same, to make them comfortable.