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One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.
war is a man's game ... the killing machine has a gender and it is male.
it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams
We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.
My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)
Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it.
I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.
I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.
... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination.
... why do people who live in the country always give themselves such airs?
Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.
old emotions like old families have intermarried and have many connections.
The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.
Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.
Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.
The best letters of our time are precisely those that can never be published.
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
... I doubt the capacity of the human animal for being dignified in ceremony.
I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person.
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.
Does Nature supplement what man advanced? Or does she complete what he began?
I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.
Happiness is to have a little string onto which things will attach themselves.
Why have I so little control? It is the case of much waste and pain in my life.
I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.
I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.
Speech is an old torn net, through which the fish escape as one casts it over them.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall.
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.
I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.
Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.
How lovely goodness is in those who, stepping lightly, go smiling through the world.
...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them.
Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.