Not-writing is a good deal worse than writing.
He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery.
The basis of art is truth, both in matter and in mode.
When in Rome, do as you done in Milledgeville.
Grace changes us and change is painful".
Harcourt sent my book to Evelyn Waugh and his comment was: โIf this is really the unaided work of a young lady, it is a remarkable product.โ My mother was vastly insulted. She put the emphasis on if and lady. Does he suppose youโre not a lady? she says.