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Truth to life, at the start, to be sure; yet once the process gets under way, truth to art is the greater allegiance

And yet sometimes I wonder if the wittiest, most resonant irony isn't just a well-brushed, well-educated coincidence

mie mi se pare ca romancierii care isi socotesc scrisul o unealt? pus? în slujba politicii dezonoreaz? literatura È™i înal?? în sl?vi, prosteÈ™te, politica...scriitorul care -È™i închipuie c? romanul este calea cea mai direct? prin care intr? în politic? este de regul? un romancier prost, un jurnalist prost È™i un politician lamentabil

It seemed that Soviet power had finally decided to love him; and he had never felt a clammier embrace.

This was hopeless. In a novel, Adrian wouldn't just have accepted things as they were put to him. What was the point of having a situation worthy of fiction if the protagonist didn't behave as he would have done in a book?

La casa del escritor en Croisset fue derribada poco después de su muerte y reemplazada por una fábrica para la extracción de alcohol del trigo malogrado. No sería tampoco muy difícil librarse de su estatua: si un alcalde amante de las estatuas puede levantarla, otro –quizás un acérrimo defensor de la línea del partido, alguien que ha leído por encima lo que Sartre dice de Flaubert– podría retirarla celosamente.

What was the point of having a situation worthy of fiction if the protagonist didn't behave as he would have done in a book?

If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course.

The servants really were worse than the rats

The dirt," he says, his voice strangely peaceful. "What about it?" she asks. "It's dirty.

But this kind of love can't survive. Love's a luxury.

She started telling Lyda stories, odd nameless placeless stories, about the man and the woman, myths or memories, perhaps from her own childhood.

Men who are fatally struck usually take a moment to drop. He felt rather suspended in that moment.

the firelight threw his shadow nearly to where she stood at the door. Elise took an unconscious step back from it, as though it were a spill of lava.

Is he all right? Jade asked Sterns. He Swooned I know he swooned, Jade replied.

You're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you. - Duncan to Madelyne.

Made­lyne, I would like to speak to you in pri­vate after din­ner. Speak to me about what? Made­lyne de­manded with a dis­grun­tled look. Men and their horses, Dun­can told her

muttered. "Your husband

Richards then pulled the pen and ink well close.

No," Adam answered.

Love conquers all; let us too yield to love." VIRGIL, ECLOGUES, X

Bravo, Monsieur Grant," Breton said, and everyone applauded. "A secret history.

On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, De Palma's fiftieth birthday

My God!" I said. "It's the Platonic cathouse." "Not exactly the word I'd choose under the circumstances," said