Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.

I am rooted, but I flow.

Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works, yet we require critics to explain the one and biographers to expound the other. That time hangs heavy on people's hands is the only explanation of the monstrous growth.