Quotes by Rebecca West

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Dame Rebecca West, DBE was the pseudonym of Cecily (or Cicily) Isabel Fairfield (December 21, 1892- March 15, 1983), a British-Irish feminist and writer famous for her novels and for her relationship with H. G. Wells. A prolific, ...

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There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.

The main difference between men and women is that men are lunatics and women are idiots.
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.
Everyone realizes that one can believe little of what people say about each other. But it is not so widely realized that even less can one trust what people say about themselves.
People call me feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
All good biography, as all good fiction, comes down to the study of original sin, of our inherent disposition to choose death when we ought to choose life.
In England and America a beard usually means that its owner would rather be considered venerable than virile; on the continent of Europe it often means that its owner makes a special claim to virility.
She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.
We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.
I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?
All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.
Men must be capable of imagining and executing and insisting on social change if they are to reform or even maintain civilization, and capable too of furnishing the rebellion which is sometimes necessary if society is not to perish of immobility.
Now different races and nationalities cherish different ideals of society that stink in each other's nostrils with an offensiveness beyond the power of any but the most monstrous private deed.
But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.
He is every other inch a gentleman.
There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.
Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know the real truth about his or her love affairs.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.