I Think Writing Is, By Definition, An

What I Want To Say Is That I Owe All The Happiness Of My Life To You. You Have Been Entirely Patient With Me And Incredibly Good. Everything Is Gone From Me But The Certainty Of Your Goodness. I Can't Go On Spoiling Your Life Any Longer. I Don't Think Two People Could Have Been Happier Than We Have Been.

One Always Has A Better Book In One's Mind Than One Can Manage To Get Onto Paper.

She Is, Above All Else, Tired; She Wants More Than Anything To Return To Her Bed And Her Book. The World, This World, Feels Suddenly Stunned And Stunted, Far From Everything.

Love Is Deep, A Mystery - Who Wants To Understand Its Every Particular?

She Is Not A Writer At All, Really; She Is Merely A Gifted Eccentric.