Jean Stafford quotes:

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.

For me, there is nothing worse than the knowledge that my life holds nothing for me but being a writer.

I am growing meaner by the hour.

From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect.

He does what I have always needed to have done to me, and that is that he dominates me.

From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect."

She wanted them to go together to some hopelessly disreputable bar and to console one another in the most maudlin fashion over a lengthy succession of powerful drinks of whiskey, to compare their illnesses, to marry their invalid souls for these few hours of painful communion, and to babble with rapture that they were at last, for a little while, they were no longer alone."