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"The interest in life does not lie in what people do, nor even in their relations to each other, but largely in the power to communicate with a third party, antagonistic, enigmatic, yet perhaps persuadable, which one may call life in general."
"I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices"
"For nothing was simply one thing."
"Arrange whatever pieces come your way."
"The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering."
"I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."
"I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin."
"I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose."
"The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."
"These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism."
"The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity."
"I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity."
"I am rooted, but I flow."
"Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack."
"I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd."
"But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors."
"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others."
"For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?"
"Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent."
"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction."