The world was going on as usual. All the time she was writing the world had continued.

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.

What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying

You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.

King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.