Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

Art like life is an open secret.

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

They say that if you get bored enough with calamity you can learn to laugh.

All artists today are expected to cultivate a little fashionable unhappiness.

There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.

Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds