How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life. – Katherine Mansfield
Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart — oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape — of your sister. – Katherine Mansfield
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. – Katherine Mansfield
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different. – Katherine Mansfield
California, that advance post of our civilization, with its huge aircraft factories, TV and film studios, automobile way of life… its flavourless cosmopolitanism, its charlatan philosophies and religions, its lack of anything old and well-tried rooted in tradition and character. – J.B. Priestley