nothing yet. I've been waiting." "for what?" she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.

The novelist's ambition is not to do something better than his predecessors but to see what they did not see, say what they did not say.

Perhaps if they had stayed together longer, Sabina and Franz would have begun to understand the words they used. Gradually, timorously, their vocabularies would have come together, like bashful lovers, and the music of one would have begun to intersect with the music of the other. But it was too late now.

Humanity's true moral test, its fundamental test…consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals.

Fortunately women have the miraculous ability to change the meaning of their actions after the event.

She is sadder and sadder, and for a man there is no balm more soothing than the sadness he has caused a woman.

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.