Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 24, 1890 Death: May 14, 1979
I am the only real truth I know..
The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew wh….
Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone..
All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky. And then there are mere trickles, like Jean Rh….
You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world..
My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that ar….
If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it..
We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background….
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic..
London is like a cold dark dream sometimes..
Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed..
It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong..
Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe..
It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?.
I took the red dress down and put it against myself. 'Does it make me look intemperate and unchaste?' I said..
I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I ha….
You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is f….
The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her..
One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of ….
If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it). If she too says it, or weeps, I'l….
A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And t….