In my very own self, I am part of my family.

I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

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

It 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.

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.