Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.
Thinking of death-strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off-made me feel happier than ever.
My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?
Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.
...I could never explain how the image and the reality merge, and how they somehow extend and beautify each other.
And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.
There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.
Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.