Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging the gap before.)

When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.