It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.

writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.

She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her head. She saw nothing and heard nothing but a faint booming sound, which was the sound of the sea rolling over her head. While all her tormentors thought that she was dead, she was not dead, but curled up at the bottom of the sea.

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.

To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?

Talents of the novelist: ... observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations.