For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind.

The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you've struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.