Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
Iris Murdochuntil I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.
Iris MurdochWe are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
Iris Murdoch