Money dignifies what is frivolous if unpaid for.

War is not women's history.

Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in her diary about the sticky issue: "I've shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and tea with Hilda Trevelyan, for I really can't combine all this with keeping all my imaginary people going.

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.

I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy.