It was a gusty day, and from the windows of Caroline's top-floor flat, only the sky was visible with its little hurrying clouds. It was a day when being indoors was meaningful, wasting an afternoon in...
To put it squarely, as I say in my memoir, the eternal triangle has come full circle.
I don't know why I thought of Dottie as my friend but I did. I believe she thought the same way about me although she really didn't like me. In those days, among the people I mixed with, one had frien...
Her lips are slightly parted: she, whose lips are usually pressed together with the daily disapprovals of the accountants' office where she has worked continually, except for the months of illness, si...
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and dying as on a battlefield.
4:15. Not 4 not 4:30 but 4:15. She thought to intimidate me with the use of quarter hours.
This deadly body of mine can dance, too.
Sandy felt warmly towards Miss Brodie at these times when she saw how she was misled in her idea of Rose. It was then that Miss Brodie looked beautiful and fragile, just as dark heavy Edinburgh itself...
In this oblique way, she began to sense what went to the makings of Miss Brodie who had elected herself to grace in so particular a way and with more exotic suicidal enchantment than if she had simply...
In fact, it was the religion of Calvin of which Sandy felt deprived, or rather a specified recognition of it. She desired this birthright; something definite to reject. It pervaded the place in propor...
I never trust the airlines from those countries where the pilots believe in the afterlife. You are safer when they don't.
I have frequently told you, and the holidays just past have convinced me, that my prime has truly begun. One’s prime is elusive. You little girls, when you grow up, must be on the alert to recognise y...
Final perseverance is the doctrine that wins the eternal victory in small things as in great
At that time many of the men looked like Rupert Brooke, whose portrait still hung in everyone's imagination.
After thirty years' hostile fellowship with Collie, of course she did quite well understand that collie had a habit of skipping several stages in the logical sequence of her thoughts and would utter a...
It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden.
But those of Miss Brodie's kind were great talkers and feminists and, like most feminists, talked to men as man‐to‐man.
Parents learn a lot from their children about coping with life.
It never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls.
A work of art is like living people.