Madame Bovary Is Myself.

Put All Your Rage And Madness Into Your Work And Live As Orderly A Life As Possible.

And The More He Was Irritated By Her Basic Personality, The More He Was Drawn To Her By A Harsh, Bestial Sensuality, Illusions Of A Moment, Which Ended In Hate.

I Don't Believe That Happiness Is Possible, But I Think Tranquility Is.

Of All Lies, Art Is The Least Untrue.

But Some Day Sooner Or Later Our Passion Would Have Cooled - Inevitably - It's The Way With Everything Human.