Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.
Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.
I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?
One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.
There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.