...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

Somebody was using the pencil.

Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.

I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.

[At the reception following her remarriage to Alan Campbell:] People who haven't talked to each other in years are on speaking terms again today - including the bride and groom.

Maybe it is only I, but conditions are such these days, that if you use studiously correct grammar, people suspect you of homosexual tendencies.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.