I've Read Proust And Stendhal. That Keeps

I Shall Live Badly If I Do Not Write, And I Shall Write Badly If I Do Not Live.

I Have Loved To The Point Of Madness; That Which Is Called Madness, That Which To Me, Is The Only Sensible Way To Love.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ideal Man. The Ideal Man Is The Man You Love At The Moment.

I've Tried Very Hard And I've Never Found Any Resemblance Between The People I Know And The People In My Novels.

No One, But No One, Ever Behaves 'well' In Bed Unless They Love Or Are Loved - Two Conditions Seldom Fulfilled.