I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant

Just Why I Sent It To The Publishers Would Be Hard To Say, But When I Had Finished It I Felt That It Was Literature, Because It Is Real And Because It Was Well Written. And I Know That The World Wants Such Things.

I Was Born To Be Alone, And I Always Shall Be But Now I Want To Be.

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

Let Me But Make A Beginning, Let Me But Strike The World In A Vulnerable Spot, And I Can Take It By Storm.

It Is With Pain That I Read Of The Dire Effects Of My Book Upon The Minds Of Young Girls.