Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument.
Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…’ Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.
War is not women's history.
Life without illusion is a ghostly affair.
It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.