She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men's image is a figure of doom. - Djuna Barnes
the ballerina on perfected toeSpins to the axis of a fortitudeThat is the sum of all her yesterdays. - Djuna Barnes
I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished. - Djuna Barnes