You can never betray the people who are dead.

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

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

You never know what you will learn till you start writing. Then you discover truths you never knew existed.

Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.

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

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.