Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.
The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.
If it's to be, it's up to me.
So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.