A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.
For all practical purposes I left home when I was 7.
For me, there is nothing worse than the knowledge that my life holds nothing for me but being a writer.
From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect.
He does what I have always needed to have done to me, and that is that he dominates me.
I am growing meaner by the hour.
I know this, and the knowledge eats me like an inward animal: there is nothing worse for a woman than to be deprived of her womanliness.
Irony, I feel, is a very high form of morality.
You say that you hope I will be recognized as the best novelist of my generation. I want you to know now and know completely that that would mean to me absolutely nothing.
Winning isn't worthwhile unless one has something finer and nobler behind it.
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