I have a dreadful fear that the more you try to prevent revealing the self the more you do.

He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.

Everything is surprising, rightly seen.

Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.

Louis de Bernires is in the direct line that runs through Dickens and Evelyn Waugh. . .he has only to look into his world, one senses, for it to rush into reality, colours and touch and taste.

Independent women must expect more of themselves, since neither men nor other more conventionally domesticated women will hope for anything, or expect any result other than utter failure.

Narration is as much a part of human nature as breath and the circulation of the blood.