Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerOne doesnโt become a witch to run around being helpful eitherโฆ. Itโs to escape all that โ to have a life of oneโs own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerI wish I could be a grandmother. It is wanton extravagance to have had a youth with no one to tell of it to when one grows old.
Sylvia Townsend Warner... Rembrandt is not a painter at all. He is a creator, who creates his beings, three dimensional living beings, on a two-dimensional flat surface which acts as a mute, and enforces silence on them.
Sylvia Townsend Warner