Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?
The thing about Proust is his combination of the utmost sensibility with the utmost tenacity. He searches out these butterfly shades to the last grain. He is as tough as catgut and as evanescent as a butterfly's bloom.
Jealousy ... survives every other passion of mankind.
What a comfort is friendship in this world.
Use words that soak up life.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.