Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

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.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

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

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.

To be alive and to be a ‘writer’ is enough.