Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.

History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.

Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?