My heart was beating like an army on the march.
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved
People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don't admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It's the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
there is a natural tribal hostility between the married and the unmarried. I cannot stand the shows so often quite instinctively put on by married people to insinuate that they are not only more fortunate but in some way more moral than you are.