She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time — because she could not let … - Djuna Barnes

She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time - because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished.

Suffering is the decay of the heart; all that we have loved becomes the 'forbidden' when we have not understood it all...

Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover who watches all night long in fear and anguish. These can never again live the life of the day. When one meets them at high noon they give off, as if it were a protective emanation, something dark and muted. The light does not become them any longer. They begin to have an unrecorded look. It is as if they were being tried by the continual blows of an unseen adversary.