To me and my kind life itself is a story and we have to tell it in stories - that is the way it falls.

Once you have felt the Indian dust, you will never be free of it.

I loved Mr. Darcy far more than any of my own husbands.

in California I began to think that, except on the beaches, no-one had the use of their legs.

The best would be to have friends who came and went away; but if I had to choose between their never coming or never going away, I think I would choose that they do not come.

People don't know the consolations of being unsuccessful ... If I had been successful I should have had no peace or time.

Every piece of writing starts from what I call a grit a sight or sound, a sentence or happening that does not pass away but quite inexplicably lodges in the mind.