Nothing Brings On Jealousy Like

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise. It Takes Those Moments Which Are For Us Merely A Moment, Plus A Moment, Plus Another Moment, And Arbitrarily Transforms Them Into A Special Series Of Moments Held Together By A Major Emotion.

After Proust, There Are Certain Things That Simply Cannot Be Done Again. He Marks Off For You The Boundaries Of Your Talent.

I Recognize Limitations In The Sense That I've Read Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky And Shakespeare . . . Aside From That I Don't Think Of Limiting Myself.

A Love Affair Based On Jealousy Is Doomed From The Start ... It Is Certanly A Sign Of Love, But It's A Sign That It's Already Dying.

At Night, Time Becomes A Calm Sea. It Goes On For Ever.