I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.

The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort.

But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.