I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.
There is something revolting about the way girls' minds often jump to marriage long before they jump to love. And most of those minds are shut to what marriage really means.
The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to.
Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere.
I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.
Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.