Except two breeds - the stupid and the narrowly feline - all women have a touch of the Lesbian: an assertion all good non-analytic creatures refute with horror, but quite true: there is always the poignant intensive personal taste, the flair of inner-sex, in the tenderest friendships of women.

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

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

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

However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell.

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

at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.