It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horses, the leaves, the wind, the words my people uttered, even the red sun that made them almost close their love-drowned eyes. Gustave Flaubert
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Gustave Flaubert was a 19th-century French novelist. Gustave Flaubert was a French novelist. He has been considered the leading exponent of literary realism in his country and abroad. Read more on Wikipedia →