There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists.

But I think I’m coloured by my own wishes, & experimental mood.

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.

For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them, grew larger and larger in her arms, until it became a whole life, a complete life, which she put down by them and said, "This is what I have made of it! This!" And what had she made of it? What, indeed?

A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life

The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure.