It is my belief that children are full of understanding and know as much as and more than adults, until they are about seven, when they suddenly become stupid, like adults.

There is a great line of women stretching out behind you into the past, and you have to seek them out and find them in yourself and be conscious of them.

I'm not one of those writers that sits worrying about posthumous fame.

if you understand something, you don't forgive it, you are the thing itself: forgiveness is for what you don't understand.

[On her mother:] I was in nervous flight from her ever since I can remember anything, and from the age of fourteen I set myself obdurately against her in a kind of inner emigration from everything she represented. Girls do have to grow up, but has this battle always been so implacable?

We are all creatures of the stars.

Small things amuse small minds.