Laywers, I suppose, were children once.
I was quite enchanted with myself. I had always thought I had very strong views on sexual morality. I found I had nothing of the kind.
Thank you, he said. I'm glad you enjoyed it. If there is anyone here this afternoon whom I have convinced that books are meant to be enjoyed, that English is nothing to do with duty, that it has nothi...
His colleagues at the Bar called him Filth, but not out of irony. It was because he was considered to be the source of the old joke, Failed In London Try Hong Kong. It was said that he had fled the Lo...
I was seeing something I didn’t understand and did not want to. No I wasn’t. I was seeing something I had always understood and wanted to understand better.
If you've not been loved as a child, you don't know how to love a child.
She wanted to take his hand. Her hardest task now as she grew older in the Ministry was to deal with her longing to be touched - hugged, stroked by anyone, any human being - a friend, a lover, a child...
For years of our lives the days pass waywardly, featureless, without meaning, without particular happiness or unhappiness. Then, like turning over a tapestry when you have only known the back of it, t...
Christianity is supposed to be all about love but it’s utterly useless when you’re love.
But there's time yet. The old women of the tribe have almost always been the wiser. If they keep their marbles long enough. Old men forget--or tend to reminisce, and reminisce falsely and sententiousl...
Judges live with shadows behind them.
Amy planted a glass of brandy beside the bride’s cornflakes.
The landing stage stood on its high crooked stilts with only one person watching the boat disappear round the bend of the river—a girl of twelve called Ada, the wet-nurse’s eldest child. As
So the years passed and everyone grew old and Nell’s husband died and Hilda grew to be a large, angry sort of woman very high up in local government. When Nell was eighty-four Hilda retired and they w...
Present us with a silver cup for something when you're a filthy rich lawyer, I dare say? Yes. You'll be a lawyer. Magnificent memory. Sense of logic, no imagination and no brains.
The astounding thing about Paula is that she looks like Tess of the D´Urbervilles, and she sounds like Tess of the D´Urbervilles, and she thinks like Tess of the D´Urbervilles and yet she is so differ...
The Titans were gone. They had clashed their last.
He has not the faintest idea that I am ugly and we are very happy together.
All my life I have felt events to be the result of my own sins.