Happiness Has Always Seemed To Me A

Only By Pursuing The Extremes In One's Nature, With All Its Contradictions, Appetites, Aversions, Rages, Can One Hope To Understand A Little - Oh, I Admit Only A Very Little - Of What Life Is About.

One Partner Is Always More In Love Than The Other.

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Kinds Of Trickery: The "fronts" People Assume Before One Another's Eyes, And The "front" A Writer Puts On The Face Of Reality.

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

I Recognize Limitations In The Sense That I've Read Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky And Shakespeare . . . Aside From That I Don't Think Of Limiting Myself.