Writing has freed me from the despair of living.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

One loses the capacity to grieve as a child grieves, or to rage as a child rages: hotly, despairingly, with tears of passion. One grows up, one becomes civilized, one learns one's manners, and consequently can no longer manage these two functions - sorrow and anger - adequately.

Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature.

Writing has freed me from the despair of living.

Problems of human behavior still continue to baffle us, but at least in the Library we have them properly filed.

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.