You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.
Gustave FlaubertBut, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.
Gustave FlaubertOne mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.
Gustave FlaubertTout ce qu'on invente est vrai, soi-en sure. La poesie est une chose aussi precise que la geometrie.
Gustave Flaubert