I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

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

I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.