To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure.

One can only really travel if one lets oneself go and takes what every place brings without trying to turn it into a healthy private pattern of one's own and I suppose that is the difference between travel and tourism.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

I feel like a divorced wife once my book is published and has left me, and hate to be brought back into intimate contact!

Nearly all trouble comes from mis-timing.

The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.

The language of salesmanship was no doubt born with the first fashions in fig leaves in the garden of Eden. A strange concept has grown around it: if something is to be sold, inaccuracy is not immoral. Hence the art of advertisement - untruthfulness combined with repetition.