We Live In A Fantasy

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

A Death Is The Most Terrible Of Facts.

Every Man Needs Two Women: A Quiet Home-maker, And A Thrilling Nymph.

Art Is A Kind Of Artificial Memory And The Pain Which Attends All Serious Art Is A Sense Of That Factitiousness.

I Think Being A Woman Is Like Being Irish. Everyone Says You're Important And Nice, But You Take Second Place All The Same.