Edith Sitwell's interest in art was largely confined to portraits of herself.

Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.' To live alone?' To live. With what you are.

...all cynicism masks a failure to cope.

That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

She's always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.' 'Prose and pudding?''I don't expect attractive men necessarily to have attractive souls.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?