• “To think of losing is to lose already.” 

  • “It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.” 

  • “Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.”
  • “You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.” 

  • “London life was very full and exciting […] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.”
  • “One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.” 
  • “A story demanded to be written, and that is why I have not answered your letter before: a wrong-headed story, that would come blundering like a moth on my window, and stare in with small red eyes, and I the last writer in the world to manage such a subject. One should have more self-control. One should be able to say, Go away. You have come to the wrong inkstand, there is nothing for you here. But I am so weakminded that I cannot even say, Come next week.”
  • “for the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author …”
  • “When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.”