You come to the United States not knowing what to expect. Then all your worst prejudices are confirmed.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.

I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.

I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.

I don't think the English like me. I sold a colossal best seller in America, and they never really forgave me.

Edith Sitwell's interest in art was largely confined to portraits of herself.

You must make, always. You must act, if you believe something. Talking about acting is like boasting about pictures you're going to paint. The most terrible bad form.