I'm Emma with her silly little clever-clever theories of love and marriage, and love is something that comes in different clothes, with a different way and different face, and perhaps it takes a long...
I want to tell you what's really happened.Not now. Please not now. Whatever's happened, come and make love to me.And we did make love; not sex, but love; though sex would have been so much wiser.
I said earlier that we are all poets, though not many of us write poetry; and so are we all novelists, that is, we have a habit of writing fictional futures for ourselves, although perhaps today we in...
I had just written a letter to Alison, but already she seemed far away, not in distance, not in time, but in some dimension for which there is no name. Reality, perhaps.
He has that selfishness -- it's not even an honest selfishness, because he puts the blame on life and then enjoys being selfish with a free conscience.
Half by desipience, half by proclivity, he had come to live in a world where the only significant leisure activities were coupling and consuming. His batrachian lips pursed into a smile, and he dug ag...
Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things.
But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating.
– Ум и глупость друг друга не исключают. Особенно у мужчины вашего возраста.
– Мне двадцать три. А тебе?– Двадцать пять.– Разве ты не чувствуешь, как в тебе что-то схватывается? И уже никогда не изменится? Я чувствую. До скончания века буду австралийской раззявой.
Your first reaction is the characteristic one of your contrasuggestible century: to disbelieve, to disprove. I see this very clearly underneath your politeness.
Viva. Pero viva a la manera en que está viva la muerte.
They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.
There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to kno...
She had only a candle's light to see by, but candlelight never did badly by any woman.
One kind of person is engaged in society without realizing it; another kind engages in society by controlling it. The one is a gear, a cog, and the other an engineer, a driver. But a person who has op...
Ogni epoca, ogni epoca colpevole, erige alte mura intorno alle sue Versailles; e io personalmente le odio ancora di più quando vengono costruite dalla letteratura e dall'arte.
If Rome, was a city of vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse.
I hate what G.P. calls the New People, the new class people with their cars and their money and their tellies and their stupid vulgarities and their stupid crawling imitations of the bourgeoisie.
When I was going on one day in the car about not having any close friends - using my favourite metaphor: the cage of glass between me and the rest of the world - she just laughed. 'You like it,' she s...