There are some women ... in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerFor the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerOnly two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerLondon life was very full and exciting [...] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.
Sylvia Townsend Warner