I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it.

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.