Souls have neither Sex nor Colour.

Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.

The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I'm thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.

Court, in our society, is often the last resort of stubbornness.

Sometimes it was worth all the disadvantages of marriage just to have that: one friend in an indifferent world.

The dilemma is that if one does not risk anything one risks even more.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.