Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one’s outlook; it only confirms one’s idea that one is unique.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.
One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it.
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.
If a theme or idea is too near the surface, the novel becomes simply a tract illustrating an idea.
The wish to lead out one’s lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one’s self-respect.
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.
Experience isn’t interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.
Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.
Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can’t live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don’t.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.
Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.
That is partly why women marry – to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.