Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.
The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak.
Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail.