Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

People only become writers if they can't find the one book they've always wanted to read.

That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead, into deserts, under drifts of sand, regardless of lures, of seductions; to be poor always and unkempt; to be ridiculous in Piccadilly.