without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.
Elizabeth BowenImagination of my kind is most caught, most fired, most worked upon by the unfamiliar: I have thrivenon the changes and chances, the dislocations andcontrasts which have made up so much of my life.
Elizabeth Bowen... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.
Elizabeth Bowen