Life - No, I've nothing to teach you about it for the moment. May be writing about it another week.
E. M. ForsterYou do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.
E. M. ForsterAt night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
E. M. Forster