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

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

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

The evening passes somehow; I watch television with Nancy, or I write. It is difficult, not having a family, and it is difficult to explain. I always go to bed early. And I am always ready for Monday morning, that time that other people dread.

Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything.

The self-fulfilled woman is far from reality.

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