The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.
Elizabeth Bowenevery short story is an experiment - what one must ask is not only, did it come off, but was it, as an experiment, worth making?
Elizabeth BowenEvery love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard of what does not matter.
Elizabeth Bowen