She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

I love Italian opera - it's so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don't care about their immortal souls, and don't worry about the ultimate.

The artist usually sets out -- or used to -- to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artist's and the tale's. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper functions of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.