It's a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.

DAGUERREOTYPE Will take the place of painting. (See PHOTOGRAPHY.) (From The Dictionary of Received Ideas, assembled from notes Flaubert made in the 1870s.)