 There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong. |
| Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm. |
| The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary. |
| You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out. |
| I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day. |
| I've never made plans for more than a day ahead. |
| I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends. |
| I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness. |
| I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him. |
