All artists need a room of their own

I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you

I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.

The mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed.

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

Thus Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Joyce partly spoil their books for women readers by their display of self-conscious virility; and Mr. Hemingway, but much less violently, follows suit.