به نظر من، فقط دو دسته آدم وجود دارند: آنهایی که بزرگوارند و آنهایی که نیستند، و من به سنی رسیده ام که دیگر باید انتخاب کرد، باید یک بار و برای همیشه… - Marcel Proust

If the idea of death during this period had, as we have seen, cast a gloom over love, the memory of love had for a long time now helped me not to be afraid of death. For I understood that dying was not something new but quite the reverse, that since my childhood I had already died a number of times.

A w końcu, jeśli chwile wytchnienia lub dystrakcji towarzyskich okażą mi się konieczne, czułem, że bardziej od rozmów intelektualnych, które ludzie światowi uważają za pożyteczne dla pisarza, miłostki z zakwitającymi dziewczętami będą moim pokarmem wybranym, któremu ostatecznie dam przystęp do mojej wyobraźni, przypominającej owego słynnego konia karmionego tylko różami.

These dreams reminded me that, since I wished some day to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort of books I was going to write. But as soon as I asked myself the question, and tried to discover some subject to which I could impart a philosophical significance of infinite value, my mind would stop like a clock, my consciousness would be faced with a blank, I would feel either that I was wholly devoid of talent or perhaps that some malady of the brain was hindering its development.