If we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women.

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.

Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.