Nothing like a cup of tea to make a person feel better, man or woman.

When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.

Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.

I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.

It wouldn't make for sanity would it, living with the devil.