It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.
At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.
Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.
What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?
some people always have a touch of youth about them.
[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.