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.

I have dreamed much and have done very little.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams.

Talent is a long patience, and originality an effort of will and intense observation.