Being a woman is a terribly difficult trade since it consists principally of dealings with
men.
It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
We live as we dream--alone....
It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.
Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing.
My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel--it is, before all, to make you see.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.
Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.
The horror! The horror!