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.

Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.

I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes

For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.