I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.
Dodie SmithWas I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?
Dodie Smith