I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy

I'm reading a book about Romaine Brooks, a wonderful painter from early in the last century.

[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

When you're young, everything seems like a romance. At 96, I can still feel romantic about publishing young unknown writers.

Make your mind learn its way around the heart.

I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking

I didn’t know that painters and writers retired. They’re like soldiers – they just fade away.