I began to be a woman at twelve, or more properly, a genius.

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be but now I want to be.

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.

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.

One must always say things that aim to interest, because in the world one must after all pay for one's keep.

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.