The end is nothing; the road is all.

Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself.

I have not much faith in women in fiction.... Women are so horribly subjective and they have such scorn for the healthy commonplace. When a woman writes a story of adventure, a stout sea tale, a manly battle yarn, anything without wine, women, and love, then I will begin to hope for something great from them, not before.

William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake you for one of themselves.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.