The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

conversation is like a dear little baby that is brought in to be handed round. You must rock it, nurse it, keep it on the move if you want it to keep smiling.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

I'm a writer first and a woman after.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.