She didn't like to be talked about. Equally, she didn't like not to be talked about, when the high-minded chatter rushed on as though she was not there. There was no pleasing her, in fact. She had the grace, even at eleven, to know there was no pleasing her. She thought a lot, analytically, about other people's feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated.
A. S. ByattYou did not so much mind being -conventionally- betrayed, if you were not kept in the dark, which was humiliating, or defined only as a wife and dependent person, which was annihilating.
A. S. ByattIn England, everyone believes if you think, then you don't feel. But all my novels are about joining together thinking and feeling.
A. S. ByattI don't understand why, in my work, writing is always so dangerous. It's very destructive. People who write books are destroyers.
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