Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

I don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story.

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.

She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends.