A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate. |
A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel. |
But nowadays my heart is empty and the boxwood has lost its magic scent; yes, absolutely and entirely. The creature that I was no longer exists. When I speak to her she does not understand me; I think of her, already, as of some one I have known but who no longer has any connection with myself. |
I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper. |
I enter the world called real as one enters a mist. |
I would like to know if the fact of a novel is consistent with the state of grace. |
Let us hope that good authors who are bad Christians will find salvation through the books they write. |
Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them. |
Sitting in the lap of the model you intend to paint never seemed to me to be the ideal location. |
The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed. |
The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what is important. |
What is real is beyond all reach. |
Within ourselves is not very far and yet it is so far that one's whole life is not always long enough to get there. |