What a good thing there is no marriage or giving in marriage in the after-life; it will certainly help to smooth things out.

Of course it's all right for librarians to smell of drink.

It was odd how one found oneself making trivial conversation on important occasions. Perhaps it was because one could not say what was really in one's mind.

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

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.

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.

Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.