Shall there be womanly times? Or shall we die?

It is photography itself that creates the illusion of innocence. Its ironies of frozen narrative lend to its subjects an apparent unawareness that they will change or die. It is the future they are innocent of. Fifty years on we look at them with the godly knowledge of how they turne dout after all - who they married, the date of their death - with no thought for who will one day be holding photographs of us.

It is quite impossible these days to assume anything about people's educational level from the way they talk or dress or from their taste in music. Safest to treat everyone you meet as a distinguished intellectual.

No emergency was ever dealt with effectively by democratic process.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time.

come back, come back to me