I need words and print... I need print like an addict. I could live without it, perhaps. But I hope I never have to try.
Nothing fails like failure.
Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.
It is to be doubted whether anybody who said good-bye to Bert had any faith or interest whatsoever in the life everlasting. This life had, some of them thought, been quite bad enough.
The middle years caught between children and parents free of neither: the past stretches back too densely it is too thickly populated the future has not yet thinned out.
When nothing is sure, everything is possible.
The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much unintermit-tent gloom.
Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.
Nothing succeeds, they say, like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure.
I actually remember feeling delight at two o'clock in the morning when the baby woke for his feed because I so longed to have another look at him.
What really annoys me are the ones who write to say, I am doing your book for my final examinations and could you please tell me what the meaning of it is. I find it just so staggering--that you're su...