...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.

My books and other works are my legacy, and it's a great comfort to know that mine is a legacy of pleasure for other people.

duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.

It's no fun to be a bluestocking in a family of jockstraps.

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.