“In white, everything was vividly stark, like those line drawings in which everyone's black hair seems to literally to grow from the paper.”

“It seemed to me that people do a rather good job of creating levels of hell all by themselves, and this was something worth writing about.”

“What was the point, I told myself, of trying to explain to people who would never understand? Frankness just stirred up trouble amoung women who thought only of themselves, always looking for reasons to carp and complain. It was so rare to find anyone who truly understood, I had learned to keep my thoughts to myself. In fact, if I had never had the experience of knowing such a one, I might have said it was impossible. Most people judge everything by their own narrow standards. Page 357”

“I was convinced the answer to life's enigmas must lie in connecting our emotional yearnings to nature.”

“I could always tell when I was ready to write again, for I became irritable.”

“The moon is more interesting than the unchanging sun. That is surely why it is used in poetry and the sun is not—unless one talks of dawn or dusk, when the sun briefly hovers on the edge of day.”

“Започнах да изпитвам чувството, че на моменти сърцата ни се пристрастяват с особена сила към някои природни явления. Пламтящото небе, когато есен слънцето потъва зад оголените клони на дърветата, отеква в сърцата ни със самотния блясък на умираща красота. Затова поетът използва образа на залеза, за да запечата есента в своята поема. Залезът е същината на есента. Всеки сезон си има своите образи, отразяващи същността му, изразена посредством поетична чувствителност.”