People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis.

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 do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

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.

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.