Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?

It is the duty of the writer to describe.

It is useless to read Greek in translation; translators can but offer us a vague equivalent.

I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement.