She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed in the newspaper as that of an artist.
She had storms all her life, but she died peacefully.
... people who don't want something are less likely to get it than people who do want something.
Genius is immediate, but talent takes time.
When I hear a writer say that they ‘put in a call,’ I want to pull my hair out.
Proust has been dead since 1922, yet the annual appearance of his posthumous works has left him, to the reader, alive. Now there is nothing left to publish. Five years after his interment, Proust seems dead for the first time.