I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.

Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.

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

I have read of women who have been strongly, grandly brave. Sometimes I have dreamed that I might be brave. The possibilities of this life are magnificent.

I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.

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.

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.