Every great work of art. . . is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life.
There are women whose infidelities are the only link they still have with their husbands.
There is nothing more humiliating than loving someone so much that you forgive the infidelities.
In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance. This affirmation lies in the way the author takes control of reality by retelling it in his own way, thus creating a new world. Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life. The perfection and beauty of form rebels against the ugliness and shabbiness of the subject matter.
I haven't been faithful to my wife. Our marriage has been tainted with my infidelities. I was irresponsible.
The greatest of all infidelities is the fear that the truth will be bad.
Women in love sooner forgive great indiscretions than small infidelities.
We pardon infidelities, but we do not forget them.
