A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.
Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.
The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.
Any decent kind of world, you wouldn't need all these rules.
An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.
Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.
America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.