The knives of jealousy are honed on details.
I write every morning. From about a quarter to nine to a quarter to one. It might be nine to one, or 8:30 to 12:30.
You make someone into a object of – not so much of pity as of weakness, sickness, stupidity, inefectiveness, do you see what I mean? You hit them for their stupidity and their inability to respond, an...
We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.
I always write about subjects which attract me because if I didn't, it would be awful, a failure.
I'm very fond of Tennessee Williams' plays, and when my husband and I went to New Orleans in the late 1970s, we saw 'A Street Car Named Desire.'
What I mind in modern society very much is the awful lack of grammar.
I never knew anyone actually buy cakes when they were hot ...
Literacy is in our veins like blood. It enters every other phrase. It is next to impossible to hold a real conversation, as against an interchange of instructions and acquiescences, in which reference...
Euphoria he felt after
Some say life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden".
I've had two proposals since I've been a widow. I am a wonderful catch, you know. I have a lot of money.
Ha-ha. Each suite had its own small
I don't like the way young people write and talk about the old. I don't like their attitude, which, if they weren't young and therefore bright and vibrant, would be called outdated.
People are different in reality from the way you've seen them while making scenarios in your mind. For one thing, they're less consistent. They surprise you all the time.
For. One of its headlamps was broken and its chrome rim
Figure. She was with her more than the other occupants of the house. You're beginning to get stout, Bertha, she said, using
It was all very well to talk of absence making the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind
I was a child, and in 1942, I was evacuated to the Cotswolds with my mother, who was a teacher - she went with her school. I lived in one house in the village, and my mother was in the vicarage.