Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.
Katherine MansfieldWhat I feel for you canโt be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise โ it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise
Katherine MansfieldIn fact, isn't it a joy - there is hardly a greater one - to find a new book, a living book, and to know that it will remain with you while life lasts?
Katherine MansfieldWhat is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not knowโฆ. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was deadโyet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.
Katherine MansfieldIn the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging.
Katherine Mansfield