Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.
And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.
So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.
Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself
People's clothes ought to be buried with them.