This Is What I Think Now: That

We Must Leave This Terrifying Place To-morrow And Go Searching For Sunshine.

I Am A Woman And My Business Is To Hold Things Together. My Business Is To Tear Them Apart.

A Writer Wastes Nothing.

Celibacy Goes Deeper Than The Flesh.

They Seemed Nearer, Not Only Mentally, But Physically When They Read ... Their Chance Was To Make Everything Fine And Finished And Rich And Imaginative; They Must Bend Tiny Golden Tentacles From His Imagination To Hers, That Would Take The Place Of The Great, Deep Love That Was Never So Near, Yet Never So Much Of A Dream.