There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

To remain pure, a novel has to cast a moral puzzle. Anything else is mere negotiation.

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

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

For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.

The self-fulfilled woman is far from reality.