The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself - in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
The heart may think it knows better: The senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.