Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.

She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.

She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.