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 long patience.
I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.
… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!