“Hemingway's remarks are not literature.” — Gertrude Stein

Disillusionment in living is finding that no one can really ever be agreeing with you completely in anything.

The nineteenth century was completely lacking in logic, it had cosmic terms and hopes, and aspirations, and discoveries, and ideals but it had no logic.

I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed.

This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.