`We aren't getting anywhere. You know that as well as I do.' `One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.' |
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia. |
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous. |
Anything that consoles is fake. |
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods. |
Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end. |
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved. |
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out. |
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art. |
Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph. |
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is. |
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes. |
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. |
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out. |
Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously. |