As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.
Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.
The future is the worst thing about the present.
The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.
Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.