He does what I have always needed to have done to me, and that is that he dominates me. — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
“I read Wolfe’s new book _ The Story of a Novel_ and as usual he stole the whole damn thing from me. I am… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall. — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
“To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
“If she ever got fat, she thought, or if she ever said anything fat, she would lock herself in a bathroom and stay there… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
“It never occurs to her that she will not be a writer and only occasionally does it occur to her, depressingly, that she is… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect. — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
You say that you hope I will be recognized as the best novelist of my generation. I want you to know now and know… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
“He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
For me, there is nothing worse than the knowledge that my life holds nothing for me but being a writer. — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
“She wanted them to go together to some hopelessly disreputable bar and to console one another in the most maudlin fashion over a lengthy… — Jean Stafford Copy Share Image
