Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
Read in order to live.
And the more he was irritated by her basic personality, the more he was drawn to her by a harsh, bestial sensuality, illusions of a moment, which ended in hate.
Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.
There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more