Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?

It would have been impossible, completely and entirely, for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare.

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes

It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.

Criticism? An artist wants praise. Praise.

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.