The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.

Talent is a long patience.

You'll always have to deal with bastards, being lied to, deceived, slandered and ridiculed, but that's to be expected and you must thank heaven when you meet the exception.

All you have to do to make something interesting is to look at it long enough.

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.

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.