I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.
Katherine MansfieldAch, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why canโt I talk to you in a big darkish room at late eveningโwhere the light is green from the waving trees outside? Iโd like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.
Katherine Mansfieldroses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.
Katherine MansfieldOh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.
Katherine Mansfield