I'm a writer first and a woman after.

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.