
You're neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad; you're as much a part of what people call nature as anyone else; only you're unexplained as yet -- you've not got your niche in creation.
~From the Hall in the Well of Loneliness
I was by chance spared the sight of Ren�e dying, then dead. She carried off with her more than one secret, and beneath her purple veil, Ren�e Vivien, the poet, led away--her throat encircled with moonstones, beryls, aquamarines, and other anemic gems--the immodest child, the excited little girl who taught me, with unembarrassed competence: "There are fewer ways of making love than they say, and more than one believes."
~ As quoted by Dolores Klaich in Woman plus Woman