The secret of contentment is never to allow yourself to want anything which reason tells you you haven't a chance of getting.
And faded like a thin ghost into the spring air.
All Jane Austen novels have a common storyline: an attractive and virtuous young woman surmounts difficulties to achieve marriage to the man of her choice. This is the age-long convention of the roman...
Your concern would have more weight with us if you were sitting -- as you could be sitting -- on this side of the table.
Beauty is intellectually confusing; it sabotages common sense.
SIR DANIEL was a large man, broad of shoulder...his eyes were rather small above the double pouches and the look they fixed on Dalgliesh gave nothing away. Looking at his bland, unrevealing face spark...
I learned early and at that kitchen table that there are ways of avoiding, without guilt, the commitments of love.
The attempt to analyse was, of course, an attempt at exorcism.
The eyes were certainly memorable and beautiful, moist calves' eyes heavily lashed and with the same look of troubled pain at the unpredictability of the world's terrors.
People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?
Dresses, some of the girls in clothes which
Even as a child, I had a sense that I was two people; the one who experienced the trauma, the pain, the happiness, and the other who stood aside and watched with a disinterested ironic eye.
. . equality is a political theory not a practical policy. . .
Henry James’s definition of the purpose of a novel: To help the human heart to know itself.
What mattered at fifty-eight was what had mattered at eighteen: breeding and good bone structure.
There are few couples as unhappy as those who are too proud to admit their unhappiness.
Learn to write by doing it. Read widely and wisely. Increase your word power. Find your own individual voice though practicing constantly. Go through the world with your eyes and ears open and learn t...
I am fifty years old and I have never known what it is to love. I can write those words, know them to be true, but feel only the regret that a tone-deaf man must feel because he can't appreicate music...
Her aunt and uncle worked fifteen hours a day in their desperate attempt to keep the corner shop in profit, and their Sundays were marked by exhaustion. The moral code by which they lived was that of...
Never tell an unnecessary lie; the truth has great authority. The cleverest murders have been caught, not because they told the one essential lie, but because they continued to lie about unimportant d...