Real charity and real ability never to condemn-the one real virtue-is so often the result of a waking experience that gives a glimpse of what lies beneath things.

We can build upon foundations anywhere if they are well and firmly laid.

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.

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

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?

People have never lost what they think they have.

[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.