I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.

Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time to bother with success or getting rich.

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life