I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman?

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

I want to live quietly.

It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.

The highest thing one can do in literature is to succeed in saying that thing which one meant to say. There is nothing better than that - to make the world see your thoughts as you see them.