When she raises her eyelids it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.

To write is to pour one’s innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes one’s hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

There are no ordinary cats.

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.