To feel admiration for a man all through one's married life would, I think, be excessively tedious.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without." ~ Poirot

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

I never can stand seeing people pleased with themselves,” said Joanna. “It arouses all my worst instincts.

I learned ... that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?

I always take abroad with me one really good soft pillow--to me it makes all the difference between comfort and misery.