[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.

I am ill at ease with people whose lives are an open book.

There is more difference within the sexes than between them.

I think I feel on the whole that something's there trying to get out ... It's sort of trying to get out and wants help.

Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it.

As regards plot I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots. And as I think a plot desirable and almost necessary, I have this extra grudge against life.

If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.