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.

no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.

He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

The trouble is, walking in Venice becomes compulsive once you start. Just over the next bridge, you say, and then the next one beckons.

She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears and hopes and make-believe.

I thought of all those heroines of fiction who looked pretty when they cried, and what a contrast I must make with a blotched and swollen face, and red rims to my eyes.