People's clothes ought to be buried with them.
I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.
Death is too much to ask of the living.
It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.
a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.
And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.