She read Dickens in the spirit in which she would have eloped with him.
Ah, I'm a woman that's been clear around the world in my rocking chair, and I tell you we all get surprises now and then.
The fictional eye sees in, through, and around what is really there.
Passion is our ground, our island - do others exist?
Human life is fiction's only theme.
At the time of writing, I don't write for my friends or myself either; I write for it, for the pleasure of it.