Slightest accidents open up new worlds.
Know thyself,โ said Socrates. Know thyself,โ said Sappho, โand make sure that the Church never finds out.
What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.
I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.
Nothing has an unlikely quality. It is heavy.
I have a head for heights it's true, but no stomach for the depths. Strange then to have plumbed so many.