One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.
D. H. LawrenceI never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.
D. H. LawrenceIt was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.
D. H. Lawrence