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

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

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

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.

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

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

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.