Adultery ... could be as banal as marriage.
Talent is long patience.
Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.
[The artist] is like a pump; he has inside him a great pipe that reaches down into the entrails of things, the deepest layers. He sucks up what was lying there below, dim and unnoticed, and brings it in great jets to the sunlight.
Talent is a long patience.
Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.