Las cosas importantes siempre quedan; lo que se va son las cosas que juzgábamos importantes,

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat. It is the penalty we pay for breaking with tradition, and the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words.

He couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

Written By Philip Roth

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