There are acacias, a graceful species amusingly devitalized by sentimentality, this kind drooping its leaves with the grace of a young widow bowed in controllable grief, this one obscuring them with a smooth silver as of placid tears. They please, like the minor French novelists of the eighteenth century, by suggesting a universe in which nothing cuts deep.
Rebecca WestGetting a divorce is nearly always as cheerful and useful an occupation as breaking valuable china.
Rebecca WestGod forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide.
Rebecca WestFiction and poetry are the only way one can stop time and give an account of an experience and nail it down so that it lasts for ever.
Rebecca West