A person who can really be called an unselfish person, has no place in life.
Anyone who picks up a Compton-Burnett finds it very hard not to put it down.
It is no good to think that other people are out to serve our interests.
There is danger in courage. Cowardice is a power for good. We hardly know what it prevents.
At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.
I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?