Now the writer, I think, has the chance to live more than other people in the presence of ... reality. It is his business to find it and collect it and communicate it to the rest of us.

Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake the sleepers. ‘But it won’t - that’s the devil,’ he added in the same undertone.

In fact, though their acquaintance had been so short, they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost, and it now remained only to fill in such unimportant details as what they were called; where they lived; and whether they were beggars or people of substance.

more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.

I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.