“...when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of lifes mystery.”

“What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! Free! Body and...”

“there would be no powerful will binding hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow creatureAnd yet she had loved him- s...”

“So does he live, seeking, finding, joying and suffering.”

“Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might ...”

“There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and hum...”

“To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.”

“art is risk made visible”

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”