Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.

Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words.

You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.

Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.

The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.