I've Read Proust And Stendhal. That Keeps

No One Is More Conventional Than A Woman Who Is Falling Out Of Love.

All My Life, I Will Continue Obstinately To Write About Love, Solitude And Passion Among The Kind Of People I Know. The Rest Don't Interest Me.

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

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