At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.

We none of us talk to people as we do behind their backs.

A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.

There is danger in courage. Cowardice is a power for good. We hardly know what it prevents.

Our desires have a way of getting bigger with our incomes.

I am ill at ease with people whose lives are an open book.