She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.

He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him.

Madame Bovary is myself.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.