It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.