Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.
...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.
Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.
Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.
If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin
The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.