I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.

Mr. Jesmond made a peculiar noise rather like a hen who has decided to lay an egg and then thought better of it.

Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human.

The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.

More children suffer from interference than from non-interference.

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea.

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