Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.
. . . one of the goals of life is to try and be in touch with one's most personal themesâthe values, ideas, styles, colors that are the touchstones of one's own individual life, its real texture and substance.
A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.