There were people whose only interest in life was writing letters. To the newspapers, to authors, to strangers, to City Councils, to the police. It did not much matter to whom; the satisfaction of writing seemed to be all.
Josephine TeyYou can't have a tin can tied to your tail and go through life pretending it isn't there.
Josephine TeyI expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.
Josephine Tey