A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.

Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.

Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

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

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.