Old age is an insult. It’s like being smacked.
Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.
I’m trying to die correctly, but it’s very difficult, you know.
They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures-and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.
The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time… love lavished on absolute fools. Love’s a charity ward, you know.
A city becomes a world when one loves one of it’s inhabitants.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
It takes a lot of energy and a lot of neurosis to write a novel. If you were really sensible, you’d do something else.
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time – those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will –whatever we may think.
Truth disappears with the telling of it.
A woman’s best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
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