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.

Some day the Devil will come to me and say: 'Come with me.'And I will answer: 'Yes.

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

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

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

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

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.