I Live Absolutely Like An Oyster.

The Author, In His Work, Must Be Like God In The Universe, Present Everywhere And Visible Nowhere.

She Loved The Sea For Its Storms Alone, Cared For Vegetation Only When It Grew Here And There Among Ruins. She Had To Extract A Kind Of Personal Advantage From Things And She Rejected As Useless Everything That Promised No Immediate Gratification — For Her Temperament Was More Sentimental Than Artistic, And What She Was Looking For Was Emotions, Not Scenery.

A Memory Is A Beautiful Thing, It's Almost A Desire That You Miss.

Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

Talent Is A Long Patience.