Writing this book I am like a man playing the piano with lead balls attached to his knuckles.
Gustave FlaubertAre the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
Gustave FlaubertPut all your rage and madness into your work and live as orderly a life as possible.
Gustave Flaubert