When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a womanโs hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.
Daphne du MaurierWriting every book is like a purge; at the end of it one is empty ... like a dry shell on the beach, waiting for the tide to come in again.
Daphne du Maurier