But nothing in India is identifiable$$$ the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear and merge into something else.
For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
It is an excellent habit to look at things as so many symbols.
One day$$$ I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.
The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
Champagne and Benzedrine! Never again.
We're both travelling bad roads and all bad roads lead to the bad town.
When asked what characteristics Nobel prize winning physicists had in common — I cannot think of a single one$$$ not even intelligence.
Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.