I’m dazzled by your facility. In ten days you’ll have written six stories! I don’t understand it… I’m like one of those old aqueducts: there’s so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought that it flows slowly, and only spills from the end of my pen drop by drop.

On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.

I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.

Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.

Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.

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

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.