I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.

I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.

I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.

I write every day. Writing is a necessity - like eating.

The art of Good Eating has two essential points: one must eat only when one is hungry, and one must take small bites.

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