Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
Dress has never been at all a straightforward business: so much subterranean interest and complex feeling attaches to it. As a topic ... it has a flowery head but deep roots in the passion. On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not concern them, somebody else's do. ... Ten minutes talk about clothes (except between perfect friends) tends to make everyone present either overbearing, guarded or touchy.
For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.
... any fictionis bound to be transposed autobiography.
Imagination of my kind is most caught, most fired, most worked upon by the unfamiliar: I have thrivenon the changes and chances, the dislocations andcontrasts which have made up so much of my life.
Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.
the process of reading is reciprocal; the book is no more than a formula, to be furnished out with images out of the reader's mind.
When I read a story, I relive the moment from which it sprang. A scene burned itself into me, a building magnetized me, a mood orseason of Nature's penetrated me, history suddenly appeared to me in some tiny act, or a face had begun to haunt me before I glanced at it.
every short story is an experiment - what one must ask is not only, did it come off, but was it, as an experiment, worth making?
Everything is very quiet, the streets are never crowded, and the people one dislikes are out of town.
Style is the thing that's always a bit phony, and at the same time you cannot write without style.
Each piece of dialogue MUST be "something happening". . .The "amusing" for its OWN sake should above all be censored. . .The functional use of dialogue for the plot must be the first thing in the writer's mind. Where functional usefulness cannot be established, dialogue must be left out.
One can suffer a convulsion of one's entire nature, and, unless it makes some noise, no one notices. It's not just that we are incurious; we completely lack any sense of each other's existences.
very young people are true but not resounding instruments.
nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.
After inside upheavals, it is important to fix on imperturbable things. Their imperturbableness, their air that nothing has happened renews our guarantee.
Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.
We desert those who desert us; we cannot afford to suffer; we must live how we can.
To the sun Rome owes its underlying glow, and its air called golden - to me, more the yellow of white wine; like wine it raises agreeability to poetry.
Bring all your intelligence to bear on your beginning.
Knowledge of Rome must be physical, sweated into the system, worked up into the brain through the thinning shoe-leather. ... When it comes to knowing, the senses are more honest than the intelligence. Nothing is more real than the first wall you lean up against sobbing with exhaustion. Rome no more than beheld (that is, taken in through the eyes only) could still be a masterpiece in cardboard - the eye I suppose being of all the organs the most easily infatuated and then jaded and so tricked. Seeing is pleasure, but not knowledge.
Curiosity in Rome is a form of courtesy.
Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?
to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.
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