Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 24, 1890 Death: May 14, 1979
Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up..
It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?.
Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding ….
As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end..
I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness..
Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights..
When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write..
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did..
I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any..
When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very st….
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about..
Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary..
She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after f….
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks..
I'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cérébrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cérébrale or You Can't Stop ….
The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life..
Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging the gap before.).
...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness..