I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much
Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
To look at a thing is very different from seeing it.
No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.
We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.