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

It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.

I suppose what one wants really is ideal company and books are ideal company.

A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.

I need noise and interruptions and irritation: irritation and discomfort are a great starter. The loneliness of doing it any other way would kill me.

I am 46, and have been for some time past.

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