To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

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.

If only she could put them together, she felt, write them out in some sentence, then she would have got at the truth of things.

It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together

war is a man's game ... the killing machine has a gender and it is male.