To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.

She read Dickens in the spirit in which she would have eloped with him.

Laurel could not see her face but only the back of her neck, the most vulnerable part of anybody, and she thought: Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?

One place comprehended can make us understand other places better.

Daydreaming had started me on the way; but story writing once I was truly in its grip, took me and shook me awake.

Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.

To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.