... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.

She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!

I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.