The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.

I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?

... why do people who live in the country always give themselves such airs?

All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds.

O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.

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

You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind.