I get terrific health care.
Memory belongs to the imagination.
The true writer has nothing to say. What counts is the way he says it.
Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms as invention.
the world is neither meaningful, nor absurd. it quite simply is, and that, in any case, is what is so remarkable about it.
Le lecteur, lui non plus, ne voit pas les choses du dehors. Il est dans le labyrinthe aussi. The reader [as well as the main character] does not view the work from outside. He too is in the labyrinth.
The art of the novel, however, has fallen into such a state of stagnation - a lassitude acknowledged and discussed by the whole of critical opinion - that it is hard to imagine such an art can survive for long without some radical change. To many, the solution seems simple enough: such a change being impossible, the art of the novel is dying.
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
Yet still the time:- 'It's so nice to come home'.
I've traveled more this year than any other living human being, and if I'd traveled any more I wouldn't be living.
Every painting is a voyage into a sacred harbor.