But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.
Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.
The future is the worst thing about the present.
The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.
Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.
