Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer's work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader's recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book's truth.
Marcel ProustOur desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.
Marcel ProustGriefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.
Marcel ProustOur shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.
Marcel Proust