Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.
Gustave FlaubertBe regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.
Gustave FlaubertThe whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.
Gustave FlaubertAnd he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.
Gustave FlaubertWhat I would like to write is a book about nothing, a book without exterior attachments, which would be held together by the innerforce of its style, as the earth without support is held in the air--a book that would have almost no subject or at least in which the subject would be almost invisible.
Gustave Flaubert