Proust has been dead since 1922, yet the annual appearance of his posthumous works has left him, to the reader, alive. Now there is nothing left to publish. Five years after his interment, Proust seems dead for the first time. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
“She felt about a love set as a painter does about his masterpiece; each ace serve was a form of brushwork to her, and… — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
I'm fond of anything that comes from the sea, and that includes sailors. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed… — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
“History looks queer when you're standing close to it, watching where it is coming from and how it's being made.” — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
Proust has been dead since 1922, yet the annual appearance of his posthumous works has left him, to the reader, alive. Now there is… — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
[Charles de Gaulle] has been abysmally careless, like a man running a bus over mountains, who forgot to equip it with good brakes. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
The stench of human wreckage in which the Nazi regime finally sank down to defeat has been the most shocking fact of modern times. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
Never have nights been more beautiful than these nights of anxiety. In the sky have been shining in trinity the moon, Venus and Mars.… — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
I keep going over a sentence. I nag it, gnaw it, pat and flatter it. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image