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

Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people.

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.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.