It Is Necessary To Sleep Upon The

One Can Be The Master Of What One Does, But Never Of What One Feels.

She Remembered The Heroines Of Novels She Had Read, And The Lyrical Legion Of Those Adulterous Women Began To Sing In Her Memory With Sisterly Voices That Enchanted Her. Now She Saw Herself As One Of Those Amoureuses Whom She Had So Envied: She Was Becoming, In Reality, One Of That Gallery Of Fictional Figures; The Long Dream Of Her Youth Was Coming True.

Writing This Book I Am Like A Man Playing The Piano With Lead Balls Attached To His Knuckles.

L'ide E Seule Est E Ternelle Et Ne Cessaire. The Idea Alone Is Eternal And Necessary.

A Friend Who Dies, It's Something Of You Who Dies.