I think life is so difficult to catch, it's so furtive, that a copy, a film, can in no way catch it and represent it.
Respectability, regularity, and routine - the whole cast-iron discipline of a modern industrial society - have atrophied the artistic impulse, and imprisoned love so that it can no longer be generous and free and creative, but must be either stuffy or furtive.
He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.
Now I am in the garden at the back. . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate. . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved.