There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you're faced with somebody whose needs won't be put off.

Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with

[T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants--neither alcohol nor meat--are served, that comforting repast of which to partake is as good as second childhood.

The invisible is only another unexplored country, a brave new world.

The end of exile is the end of being.

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.

I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.