Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life

I Hadn't Bargained For This. I Didn't Think It Would Be Like This - Shabby Clothes, Worn-out Shoes, Circles Under Your Eyes, Your Hair Getting Straight And Lanky, The Way People Look At You. ... I Didn't Think It Would Be Like This

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

I Took The Red Dress Down And Put It Against Myself. 'does It Make Me Look Intemperate And Unchaste?' I Said.

Your Red Dress,’ She Said, And Laughed. But I Looked At The Dress On The Floor And It Was As If The Fire Had Spread Across The Room. It Was Beautiful And It Reminded Me Of Something I Must Do. I Will Remember I Thought. I Will Remember Quite Soon Now.

All Of Writing Is A Huge Lake. There Are Great Rivers That Feed The Lake, Like Tolstoy Or Dostoyevsky. And Then There Are Mere Trickles, Like Jean Rhys. All That Matters Is Feeding The Lake. I Don't Matter. The Lake Matters. You Must Keep Feeding The Lake.