Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing - in a room, till the walls disappear - in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.

until it had been clearly explained that men were always and always partly wrong in all their ideas, life would be full of poison and secret bitterness. Men fight about their philosophies and religions, there is no certainty in them; but their contempt for women is flawless and unanimous.

Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing - in a room, till the walls disappear - in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.

Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.

Women who are not living ought to spend all their time cracking jokes. In a rotten society women grow witty; making a heaven while they wait.

People is themselves when they are children, and not again till they know they'm dying.

The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. ... The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.