I'm Thought To Be A Tough Writer,

The World Outside Existed In A Kind Of Darkness; And We Inquired About Nothing.

My Publisher, Who Was So Good As A Taster And Editor, When She Became A Writer, Lo And Behold, It Was All This Feminine Tosh.

If Ever You Wish To Meet Intellectual Frauds In Quantity, Go To Paris.

A Cat Only Has Itself.

In The Beginning, Before The Arrival Of The White Men, I Had Considered Myself Neutral. I Had Wanted Neither Side To Win, Neither The Army Nor The Rebels. As It Turned Out, Both Sides Lost.