Despite his first, the study of English literature seemed in retrospect an absorbing parlor game, and reading books and having opinions about them, the desirable adjunct to a civilized existence. But...
Cecilia knew she could not go on wasting her days in the stews of her untidied room, lying on her bed in a haze of smoke, chin propped on her hand, pins and needles spreading up through her arm as she...
But what happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish.
All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them.
People sometimes forget how to be happy due to a "failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. And only in a story could you enter these different minds and show how they ha...
No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.
A twenty-one-year-old writer is likely to be inhibited by a lack of usable experience. Childhood and adolescence were something I knew.
Writers are said to have superstitions and little rituals. Readers have them too.
When it's gone, you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.
This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children; they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence.
These were the months that shaped us.behind all our frustrations over all these years has been the wish to get back to those happy days.Once we began to see the world differently we could feel time ru...
The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and...
So here I am, upside down in a woman.
She was like a bride-to-be who begins to feel her sickening qualms as the day approaches, and dares not speak her mind because so many preparations have been made on her behalf the happiness and conve...
No emergency was ever dealt with effectively by democratic process.
Most houses were crammed with immovable objects in their proper places, and each object told you what to do - here you ate, here you slept, here you sat. I tried to imagine carpets, wardrobes, picture...
Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those.
It's beautiful here and we're still unhappy