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

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

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.

If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.

We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.