Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance.

After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour

No, one couldn't make a revolution, one couldn't even start a riot, with sheep that asked only for better browsing.

Knowledge, like experience, is valid in fiction only after it has dissolved and filtered down through the imagination into reality.

The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring openly from some rotted substance within our civilization.

O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!

In her abhorrrence of a vacuum, Nature, for the furtherance of her favorite hobby, has often to resort to strange devices. If she could but understand that vacuity is sometimes better than superfluity!