People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.