Novelist-citizen Of Two Countries Interpreter Of His

We Must Know, As Much As Possible, In Our Beautiful Art...what We Are Talking About And The Only Way To Know Is To Have Lived And Loved And Cursed And Floundered And Enjoyed And Suffered. I Think I Don't Regret A Single "excess" Of My Responsive Youth I Only Regret, In My Chilled Age, Certain Occasions And Possibilities I Didn't Embrace.

If One Is Strong, One Loves The More Strongly.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

She Had An Immense Curiosity About Life, And Was Constantly Staring And Wondering.

To Kill A Human Being Is, After All, The Least Injury You Can Do Him.