The profoundest distances are never geographical.

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

There are some men who are consoled by the idea that there are women less attractive than their wives; and others who are haunted by the knowledge that there are more attractive.

Between skin and skin, there is only light.

The diary will really try and tell people who you are and what you were. The alternative is writing nothing, or creating a totally lifeless, as it is leafless, garden.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.

If you want to be true to life, start lying about it