extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

Was 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?

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.

Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory