He's impatient with her for being lazy. He says she's neurotic, a drag.

Didn't everyone want to write in Paris cafes amid the clatter of coffee cups and the hubbub of voices, and spend their summer in Rome in complicated but apparently harmonious foursomes? Who wanted monogamy when one could have freedom and stability, love affairs and commitment?

It was a bombshell, ... These were some of my original, best findings, that showed Sartre's most inner self.

When someone is impatient and says, 'I haven't got all day,' I always wonder, How can that be? How can you not have all day?

The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.

I?m not quite as neurotic.