Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
History is not a book, arbitrarily divided into chapters, or a drama chopped into separate acts; it has flowed forward. Rome is a continuity, called 'eternal.' What has accumulated in this place acts on everyone, day and night, like an extra climate.
Bring all your intelligence to bear on your beginning.
We have really no absent friends.
to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.
Sport and death are the two great socializing factors in Ireland.
Curiosity in Rome is a form of courtesy.
Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.
There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of arriere pensee, went an uncertain, speaking set of lips.
Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.
The most steady, the most self-sufficient nature depends, more than it knows, on its few chosen stimuli.
With no banal reassuring grown-ups present, with grown-up intervention taken away, there is no limit to the terror strange children feel of each other, a terror life obscures but never ceases to justify. There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.
All my life I have said, "Whatever happens there will always be tables and chairs"--and what a mistake.
Makes of men date, like makes of car.
Dialogue must appear realistic without being so. Actual realism-the lifting, as it were, of passages from a stenographer's take-down of a 'real life' conversation-would be disruptive. Of what? Of the illusion of the novel. In 'real life' everything is diluted; in the novel everything is condensed.
Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.
Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.
No one of the characters in my novels has originated, so far as I know, in real life. If anything, the contrary was the case: persons playing a part in my life--the first twenty years of it--had about them something semi-fictitious.
The story must spring from an impression or perception pressing enough to have made the writer write. It should magnetize the imagination and give pleasure.
Meetings that do not come off keep a character of their own. They stay as they were projected.
People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.
Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.
A novel which survives, which withstands and outlives time, does do something more than merely survive. It does not stand still. It accumulates round itself the understanding of all these persons who bring to it something of their own. It acquires associations, it becomes a form of experience in itself, so that two people who meet can often make friends, find an approach to each other, because of this one great common experience they have had.
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