I love Evensong. There's something sad and essentially English about it.

Dulcie always found a public library a little upsetting, for one saw so many odd people there.

How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.

My thoughts went round and round and it occurred to me that if I ever wrote a novel it would be of the 'stream of consciousness' type and deal with an hour in the life of a woman at the sink.

Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

There are various ways of mending a broken heart, but perhaps going to a learned conference is one of the more unusual.