And the matron sighed over the destiny of ladies in good society, whose moral judgement led them to love unabashedly and whose depravity led them to pay for it.
I am never one to judge others; I am so eccentric myself that I have no right to cast aspersions. A person may or may not like a thing, and I have little to say other than I love it too or how could y...
There comes a point in one's life where the people whom we grew up admiring begin to die, leaving a great chasm in the world. This is awful enough to deal with without having anything so annoying as f...
No one needs Independence. We all just need tea and air conditioners.
We come by aurora,with a heavy and sovereign tread,with the might of matriarchs to furnish our shoulders,with the apricity of light to crown our heads
The past is behind us," said Boudicca,"but the difficulty there is we keep looking over our shoulders.
Abuse really is its own alphabet. Those who have not gone through it cannot understand it fully. The echos of violence hang in subconscious long after the threat is gone.
Fantasy for the most part is really just reality reflected through a storybook lens.
Astonishing how tea opens the ears.
The sins of my sex... A woman who is ugly is pitiable, but a man who is ugly is forgiven.
This book is a work of fiction.Actually, it is a work of fiction within a fiction, as the main characters, though real persons in a fictional world, are being depicted in a book which other fictional...
All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.
Any advice for how to be a successful author?""Yes. Don't be a woman. And be dead. And do both at the same time, if you can.
There is a very great difference between older and old, the former being desirable and the latter being inevitable.
A demigod who reaches his apotheosis never mourns for himself.It is the business of his many adulators to mourn for him. He cannot feel sadness to be so great, leaving all the rest of us to champion i...
Attracting musicians is rather like inviting flies over to tea: they are tolerable for half an hour, but when they begin to touch the food, you either wish they would go home or die.
Swearing is a currency the countryside spends well.
A six mile meteorite cannot compare with a culinary cataclysm of this magnitude.
Another atrocity of summer is soccer. When the Euro Cup is on, it brings out the worst in people. It turns them into ravaging beasts who complain when a team they like, which they have done nothing to...
Life is really a travesty of will: it is a parade of learning how to lose people and improve at feigning indifference.I suspect I shall always fail at this, and fail miserably. I do not know whether t...
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