For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.

We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.

Travelers are much at the mercy of phrases ... vast generalizations formulate in their exposed brains.

She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.

The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.

She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!

I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person.