Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

Death is too much to ask of the living.

How can a young man like to wear a beard?