Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.

Women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget.

Perhaps, it is just as well to be rash and foolish for a while. If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would be written at all. It might be better to ask yourself "Why?" afterwards than before. Anyway, the force from somewhere in Space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.

I will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her.

The monstropolous beast had left his bed. The two hundred miles a hour wind had loosed his chains. He seized hold of his dikes and ran forward until he met the quarters; uprooted them like grass and rushed on after his supposed-to-be conquerors, rolling the dikes, rolling the houses, rolling the people in the houses along with other timbers. The sea was walking the earth with a heavy heel.