Because I actively enjoy sleeping, dreams, the unexplainable dialogues that take place in my head as I am drifting off, all that, I tell myself that lying down to an afternoon nap that goes on and on through eternity is not something to be concerned about. What spoils this pleasant fancy is the recollection that when people are dead they don't read books. This I find unbearable.

I am the cat that walks alone.

Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.

A gentleman doesn't have one set of manners for the house of a poor man and another for the house of someone with an income incomparable to his own.

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).

A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.