Freedom is a very great reality, but it means above all things, freedom from lies.

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change.

Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

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