... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.
Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.
We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?