Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.

How remorseless life is!

Disastrous would have been the result if a fire or a death had suddenly demanded something heroic of human nature, but tragedies come in the hungry hours.

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.

I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.