I seldom read on beaches or in gardens. You can't read by two lights at once, the light of day and the light of the book. You should read by electric light, the room in shadow, and only the page lit up.

I don't have general views about anything, except social injustice.

A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure?

It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

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

I know all one can know when one knows nothing.

We’re in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we’re in the vanguard of waiting.