They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

The effect produced by a short story depends almost entirely on its form.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.