One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s 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.

One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.

no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.

To think of losing is to lose already.

Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

once, when I was a young lady and on a night express ... I was awakened by a man coming in from the corridor and taking hold of my leg ... Quite as much to my own astonishment as his, I uttered the most appalling growl that ever came out of a tigress. He fled, poor man, without a word: and I lay there, trembling slightly, not at my escape but at my potentialities.