[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.

The mind is "ashamed" of the blood. And the blood is destroyed by the mind, actually. Hence palefaces.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.