The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Elizabeth BowenThe writer, like a swimmer caught by an undertow, is borne in an unexpected direction. He is carried to a subject which has awaited him--a subject sometimes no part of his conscious plan. Reality, the reality of sensation, has accumulated where it was least sought. To write is to be captured--captured by some experience to which one may have given hardly a thought.
Elizabeth BowenThere's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.
Elizabeth Bowen