Love and lies can corrupt even the purest heart.
Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love!
I am a woman. My life is a long, strong, twisted rope, made up of a number of human relationships, nothing more.
children had no place in love affairs. Children ought to be born to widows and old maids.
It is a pity we do not die when our lives are finished.
One wants more time, more youth. That is it. That is all one asks for - nothing but that, a little more time. Hear it running by! Listen! In the night, in the morning, at noon, at even, rushing by, silent, stealthy, trying to hoodwink you by the fixed appearance of things that seem not to change; but never stopping. Oh, to stop it! Oh, to get it back! Oh, to dig one's toes in and refuse to be rushed headlong towards the brink!
I see no reason why I should not live on indefinitely just as I have done, and on the whole I am more comfortable here than in Purgatory, a place that I imagine to be like the suburbs of London.
I believe there is a moment growing up when you build your own mood board. You do a collage - you collect a few things, a few images that will be so important for your future choices. Not only aesthetic, or what you like for dressing, but your artistic choices. The room where I put papers and pictures and posters on the walls when I was a kid, it's still very strong in my head today. This movie poster or that portrait of a girl I took from a magazine, deep inside, is inspiration that comes back all the time.
History begins in novel and ends in essay.
It's no good talking to a man with an apology for a brain.
You rarely get a tentpole that has this much emotional depth, this much character to dive into.