When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.

My God, this novel makes me break out in a cold sweat! Do you know how much I've written in five months, since the end of August? Sixty-five pages! Each paragraph is good in itself and there are some pages that are perfect. I feel certain. But just because of this, it isn't getting on. It's a series of well-turned, ordered paragraphs which do not flow on from each other. I shall have to unscrew them, loosen the joints, as one does with the masts of a ship when one wants the sail to take more wind.

One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!

For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

I do not like to "interest" the public with myself.