Well, if I am not vulgar, neither is my book. I wrote myself. Suggestiveness is always vulgar. But truth never. My book is not even remotely suggestive. I call things by their names. That is all.

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.

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.

There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.

May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity - a virtuous woman.

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

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