The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.
Elizabeth BowenFirst love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.
Elizabeth BowenReason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.
Elizabeth BowenI am fully intelligent only when I write. I have a certain amount of small-change intelligence, which I carry round with me as, at any rate in a town, one has to carry small money, for the needs of the day, the non-writing day. But it seems to me I seldom purely think ... if I thought more I might write less.
Elizabeth Bowen