there is no limit to the horizon, and […] nothing – no ‘method’, no experiment, even of the wildest – is forbidden, but only falsity and pretence. ‘The proper stuff of fiction’ does not exist; everything is the proper stuff of fiction, every feeling, every thought; every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon; no perception comes amiss

I prefer, where truth is important, to write fiction.

Why should a real chair be better than an imaginary elephant?

...to use the little kick of energy which opposition supplies to be more vigorously oneself.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.

The truer the facts the better the fiction.

A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write fiction