Women alone stir my imagination.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.

The truer the facts the better the fiction.

Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual coming of death. As people describe love. To note every symptom of failure: but why failure? To treat age as an experience that is different from the others; and to detect every one of the gradual stages towards death which is a tremendous experience, an not as unconscious, at least in its approaches, as death is.

... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting, often, of lights, streets, houses, human beings, beautiful or grotesque, which will weave itself into the moment for ever.

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at the back.