Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things.

Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love?

I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.

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 never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.

Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.