When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

One must talk. That's how it is. One must.